Thick rustling deep in the dark of
Autumnal reveries, where the wind whistles through
The recesses of my mind
Dry leaves scattered in the fissures
Where we wander as I wonder
How reality is but a dream
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 11:05 PM UTC
Thick rustling deep in the dark of
Autumnal reveries, where the wind whistles through
The recesses of my mind
Dry leaves scattered in the fissures
Where we wander as I wonder
How reality is but a dream
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