vendredi, octobre 24, 2003
like blood mixed with tears, palely glowing.
The incessant cries of raindrops,
echos I couldn't turn away from.
It goes on.
The heavens were a copper red,
like blood mixed with tears, palely glowing.
The incessant cries of raindrops,
echos I couldn't turn away from.
It goes on.
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