I opened my eyes to a scintillated house all in splendor. Feet firm on what could only be told as a sea of crystal, to this there could be no contender.
Not a lonesome soul or a beggar in need of a token. Multitudes of all people, yet no remembrance of a heart torn and broken.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
I opened my eyes to a scintillated house all in splendor. Feet firm on what could only be told as a sea of crystal, to this there could be no contender.
Not a lonesome soul or a beggar in need of a token. Multitudes of all people, yet no remembrance of a heart torn and broken.
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