Oceans fill the sunset rises, the man walks creeping through the rites to which once was. The lady falls into a deep sleep hoping for a sign, a beacon of hope to walk, to push towards. Signs of darkness slip into to the minuscule lines between each flaw of our minds. Flawed or flawless what is logic?
Saturday, January 12, 2008
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