Where winds were not blown but blew
Where gold was your skin.
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Hmmmm.
I always have a tab opened to my LJ friends page. For some reason it was set to my own journal in the past few weeks and I didn't realise it. So…
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Delivery
Delivery Ahead of you, still shut, the passageway Into noise, strife and time. You realize the rocking has stopped Labours are grinding down To a…
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Death Fugue
Death Fugue Black milk of dawn we drink it at evening we drink it at noontime we drink it at night we drink and we drink we shovel a grave in the…
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