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.
Sunday, 16 October 2011
it seems impossible to think, that we've stood here before, and now my trees fall to gravity, your blood scratches my cheek. you stand a wanton moon, of vicious grace, with impossible love...
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