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Sunday, April 18, 2010

Frusciante


The one who lifts me out of my chronic fatigue.
The one who speaks the truths that my past escaped with.
The one who allows me to defy the logic of this corrupt society.
The one who speaks so eloquently, sensually soft to the soul.
The one with the crazy shine that will never let me die...
Posted by Neda at 12:03 PM

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