scraping
lead against the
paper, rough
sounds
of natural
peace
&
moving along
together
but feel
heartily
amongst
seaside drapes
and the
immaculate
carpet of
night.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
scraping
lead against the
paper, rough
sounds
of natural
peace
&
moving along
together
but feel
heartily
amongst
seaside drapes
and the
immaculate
carpet of
night.
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