There is that corner in the top, on the far end of the room
it catches my eye and begins to draw on my thoughts
like faithful moths
a beautiful smile of death and living on in each of there faces
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
There is that corner in the top, on the far end of the room
it catches my eye and begins to draw on my thoughts
like faithful moths
a beautiful smile of death and living on in each of there faces
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