Diamante raindrops fall like ash on a blackened sky;
Golden glows from an awake city.
My insomnia crosses borders with me
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
Diamante raindrops fall like ash on a blackened sky;
Golden glows from an awake city.
My insomnia crosses borders with me
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