Jan 2017
Once seen, there's
a depth of beauty
one never recovers
from... akin to
the swoon of an
aeonian sun.
Whereupon death has
no name to take
in vain.
a depth of beauty
one never recovers
from... akin to
the swoon of an
aeonian sun.
Whereupon death has
no name to take
in vain.
(NYC)
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