it seems i'm either blinded by the flames of passion or i'm kicking through it's ashes and tho forgotten like a fashion i won't stop to toke and be choking on the smoke when all my love comes down and crashes.
Monday, 29 August 2011
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Habituary
love is the story we spin for each other when we are together, the more strands that snap when you're apart will show you how close knit you really were.
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