Friday, 6 August 2010
Ladders Made Of Lashes
Her eyes dropped upon my shoulders and climbed my neck to the sky. The look on her face made me think of darkness, at least i know that darkness was mine. Taking the guilt straight from the bad from the bad, and collecting the tears from the sad. Ruthless but caring, except my purpose in life.
Sunday, 1 August 2010
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