there was this time when i was young...i see this girl and cannot be sure it was i. of rusted hand and brittle heart- lying still for days to watch the bats. please only whisper.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
About Me
- Name: doriandra
- Location: United States
بلخ الحية، والموسيقى في مرحلة ما بعد المعاصرة المستقاة من ملذات الخراب.
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1 Comments:
beautiful then, beautiful still.
good to see you again, here.
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