May 05, 2004 22:03
Diana wanted me to post this in my journal, she wanted to know what you all thought of it.
A garden. A garden of stones, a river of tears. A hall of mourning. Drapes of black vine that can shade your heart, and thorns of death to prick your soul. There is only death here. In all its beauty.
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