All these sad sillouhettes of sad people, artists and creatives.
Smoke filtering through broken lungs.
Rising and lifting the spirits of the dead.
Coz we are the broken few who see the light in the darkest of moments, breathing in the dampest air, and enjoying every moment.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
All these sad sillouhettes of sad people, artists and creatives.
Smoke filtering through broken lungs.
Rising and lifting the spirits of the dead.
Coz we are the broken few who see the light in the darkest of moments, breathing in the dampest air, and enjoying every moment.
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