A place I use to share the darker side of my mind. Let me be free. For I am hovering in this recess and it's cold.
Untie the anchor from my feet for I do not want to drown.
Saturday, 20 October 2012
"And the clouds embraced the sun with such need it suffocated its warmth, so all the people in the street could feel the icy adoration."
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