The night smelt of fire as the cool moon casted over the red rood forrest, mad men run free with the tigers, sane men run with the elk. oh lost love where could you be? the fire is pushing shadows amongst the dull curved trees playing deep illusions on my mind, sickening me time threw time.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
The night smelt of fire as the cool moon casted over the red rood forrest, mad men run free with the tigers, sane men run with the elk. oh lost love where could you be? the fire is pushing shadows amongst the dull curved trees playing deep illusions on my mind, sickening me time threw time.
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