Sunday, 18 August 2013
feeling stills
there is a certainty in rust
of the night drug
to hear it loudest above vanilla light
one friend of myself.
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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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