A Thousand Ways
A deliberate slit, a crimson river.
A soaring phoenix, a single purpose.
A hundred candies, a stifled laughter.
A smokey dancefloor, a dreamless slumber.
A thousand ways to reach one end.
Ramblings of a slightly insane mind
A deliberate slit, a crimson river.
A soaring phoenix, a single purpose.
A hundred candies, a stifled laughter.
A smokey dancefloor, a dreamless slumber.
A thousand ways to reach one end.
Posted by BCFUM at 10:12 PM Labels: Mutterings
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