July
28 August 2012
The leaves on the trees are silver. The second sun would rise, the mountains would shine. They'd catch the light and look a forest of fire. City enclosed in a mighty glass dome underneath twin suns. T
Lack of sleep, making your mascara bleed, tears down your face, leaving traces of my mistakes
Tage bjur'
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