Monday, July 4, 2011

links4

ready to throw a craze

hear your voice every time i am talking

beauty will last when spiraled down

the air is warm but i feel grey i lie in unrest while heavy dirt falls to my chest i never felt more alone than on this starry road

and they want us to leave

she hides the scars













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