I breathe in wild
And candle break her mirror,
Her dark and strange
Unfading royal face
And kind of sky,
Which quickly disappear,
Merged with the night
And smelled of opened gap.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC
I breathe in wild
And candle break her mirror,
Her dark and strange
Unfading royal face
And kind of sky,
Which quickly disappear,
Merged with the night
And smelled of opened gap.
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