In the darkest parts of the boulevard
where all you heard where people's cries
where blood was dripping from the celling to the ground
you knew you had arrived. Home.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
In the darkest parts of the boulevard
where all you heard where people's cries
where blood was dripping from the celling to the ground
you knew you had arrived. Home.
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