Thursday, October 22, 2009
For A Reason
Comfort, thy name is synastry. Left is a residue which stains another beautiful creation, thickening him, and someone will love him as I loved the painter. The backward trail that cycles through seven years, the fates that've allowed it until it's learned. It is learned now, go away.
Posted by Lithia Blackwood at 1:45 PM
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