Logs.

[aroadtoawe]

She walked with fire at her heels.
The scent of smoke on the breeze.
Wherever she goes that’s where I’ll be.
Whatever she wants that I need.


Logs

Here We Are
Come on, baby, don’t fear the reaper.
[ Active // OPEN ]

Descend To Oblivion
All is violent, all is bright.
[ Active // OPEN ]

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If you’d like to start a log with Helena,
just comment on any of my posts or IM me
at ReverieWulfram on AIM.

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Baby, it’s been so long
that even the roses hips are turning me on.
Baby, it’s been so long.