Dragondust Posted December 5, 2012 Share Posted December 5, 2012 Feeling a floating sensation with a quicksilver lining emerged inside my thoughts that I keep above the sea A waking instance of the imaginary keeps me close to you These dead flowers in this dying rain wilt before us This,that can not contain my tears A scent beyond the gravestone to be made alive again against the wind that caresses my broken heart Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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