Saturday, 1 January 2011
what do we want for
what do we want for, but someone to chase our name into the night, lay fingertips over a crooked sieve, save our cities from the endless mist.
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what do we want for, but someone to chase our name into the night, lay fingertips over a crooked sieve, save our cities from the endless mist.
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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.
what do we want for, but someone to chase our name into the night, lay fingertips over a crooked sieve, save our cities from the endless mist.
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