Real friends don't burn in hell

Remake of fridgepoetry

We are beneath the rainbow but above the sky and I can't carry our golden sun but I leave a rose in memory behind You are the ghost that I sleep beside although I long for better days you haunt me down in every dream I wish your soul away but you always stay

Katrineholm i helgen. Vänner. Själslig vila. höstpromenad. The crow. Det levande slottet. Sushi som smakade anus. kaffe o sojamjölk. te. poesi. prat om fuckade känsloliv. >spegel<. mp3. och mycket mycket mer. tack.