Untitled 1, by LawlessBambi |
They hear the devil in you but they make thee for a child. All this and not that. Your exchange opens to a new view, like the autumn patchwork of leaves. A whole fresh set of hues they see unto you. |
Posted: 2012-12-29 14:29:45 UTC |
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