Saturday, 3 September 2011
night wounds
every sound was paralysis, every colour resounding, a dizzying arctic heart, lips shedding their skin, ravening touch, he, brandishing the night.
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every sound was paralysis, every colour resounding, a dizzying arctic heart, lips shedding their skin, ravening touch, he, brandishing the 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.
every sound was paralysis, every colour resounding, a dizzying arctic heart, lips shedding their skin, ravening touch, he, brandishing the night.
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