Tuesday, 22 June 2010
falling through doors
we only want the mud on our shoes, a vice cut through this stillness of night.
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we only want the mud on our shoes, a vice cut through this stillness of night.
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A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
we only want the mud on our shoes, a vice cut through this stillness of night.
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