I am morose.
Not from love, nor life;
but of the days descent, to redundancy and verbatim.
What will, will become what is; just as surely as what is, has become what was.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
I am morose.
Not from love, nor life;
but of the days descent, to redundancy and verbatim.
What will, will become what is; just as surely as what is, has become what was.
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