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Oct 2014
How possibly louder can silence get?

My head is spinning
My gaze is fading

But how can you resist the simple thought of forever fleeting evasion when your heart is beating so fast and your blood flowing so silently?

Fugitive passion.
Ephemeral specks of heaven slipping through the shackles of time.
Written by
Céline
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