Her heart is cracked alabaster hidden in undergrowth.
Nobody notices the epigraph.
Even if someone did, it wouldn't matter much:
the lettering and filigree have entirely faded.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 1:11 PM UTC
Her heart is cracked alabaster hidden in undergrowth.
Nobody notices the epigraph.
Even if someone did, it wouldn't matter much:
the lettering and filigree have entirely faded.
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