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.::. Is It Darkness Beyond Paradise? .::.
http://rakel001.blogspot.com/2005/08/5-days-to-go.html
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;.
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.::. Is It Darkness Beyond Paradise? .::.
http://rakel001.blogspot.com/2005/09/heads-up.html
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;.
rakel001.blogspot.com
.::. Is It Darkness Beyond Paradise? .::.
http://rakel001.blogspot.com/2005/10/kasoy.html
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;.
rakel001.blogspot.com
.::. Is It Darkness Beyond Paradise? .::.
http://rakel001.blogspot.com/2005/10/hang-cute-lang-talaga-nila-hahahaha.html
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;.
rakel001.blogspot.com
.::. Is It Darkness Beyond Paradise? .::.
http://rakel001.blogspot.com/2005/08/galing-kay-benning-malandi.html
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;.
rakel001.blogspot.com
.::. Is It Darkness Beyond Paradise? .::.
http://rakel001.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;.
rakel001.blogspot.com
.::. Is It Darkness Beyond Paradise? .::.
http://rakel001.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;.
rakel001.blogspot.com
.::. Is It Darkness Beyond Paradise? .::.
http://rakel001.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-loving-memory-of-cocoy.html
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;.
rakel001.blogspot.com
.::. Is It Darkness Beyond Paradise? .::.
http://rakel001.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;.
rakel001.blogspot.com
.::. Is It Darkness Beyond Paradise? .::.
http://rakel001.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;.