DelicateA Poem by Adela MuresanLove is the breeze that caresses your skin when you wake up after a deep slumber the reason for the ascendance and the beauty death and the new sunrise is born from nothing.
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Added on September 15, 2008Last Updated on September 15, 2008 AuthorAdela MuresanAboutHeya, I'm a 18 year old chick for Romania, studying first year economics in college. I dance while I put my clothes back on the drawer. I like late night net-surfing , reading and reading and read.. more..Writing
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