June
Friday 21 December 2007 photo 12/20
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waves crash in beat of the sounds of serenity. whispering our names. in search of who we really are. my pale eyes. sing a pale anthem to an empty vessel. empty vessels that hold the truth to infatuation's best kept secret. so part the sky, just like open hands to the wind. the lights will dim. and the candles. they'll burn. we'll put our hearts to paper. in search of who we really are.
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