Monday, 4 July 2011
i wander such worlds.
it's a slow thing, chewing coins for a coat check, the girl hiding behind moths wings, and then your crooked swan sings.
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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.
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