I got... I got nothing...
My heart breaks... with ::sigh:: silent dates
...and moving times are lost to dust.
The wooden legs that get filed down by the gray painted ground; creak and crack like the final heart attack I get when I remember you exist.
"Off with their heads!" the queen in red said, she should've known it was more to suffer. And, with this broken heart, held ( Read more... )
...and moving times are lost to dust.
The wooden legs that get filed down by the gray painted ground; creak and crack like the final heart attack I get when I remember you exist.
"Off with their heads!" the queen in red said, she should've known it was more to suffer. And, with this broken heart, held ( Read more... )
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