He found her at the end of a river of tears and at the beginning of a sea of grief where she sat quitely sifting through the sands for dead and broken dreams and she would mend the wounds and breath life back into each with a drop of blood and a gentle whisperd wish and they would float away to the empty sky and hang there like starfish painted by a childs dream
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:35 AM UTC
He found her at the end of a river of tears and at the beginning of a sea of grief where she sat quitely sifting through the sands for dead and broken dreams and she would mend the wounds and breath life back into each with a drop of blood and a gentle whisperd wish and they would float away to the empty sky and hang there like starfish painted by a childs dream
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