Fake

by louma   Sep 20, 2004



With the bracelet on my hand
I’ll hold yours tight
Walking on the sand
Everything else out of sight

With rain like waterfalls
And blue light like heaven
The smell of warmth
And no worries like I’m 7

The lights fade away
And the rain suddenly stops…

BAM youre dead!

CUT! Great job guys, well done..

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