Perfections Distant Memory

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By Broken ♥ Heart •

As the winds call out their sinister song, To the earth that is draped… In the ever enveloping darkness, The fading sunsets cry out helplessly. As the darkened skies close in, They leave etches of their everywhere. And when those mournful sunsets, Are swallowed up by the darkness once more… They become nothing but Perfections distant memory.

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October 11, 2009 00:53izzy

this is amazing, i really like how you write