Thursday, December 01, 2011

This evening is lost to another memory of yours. The foggy streets of time and ruin don't change. Your prince of gloom hides in the shawl of darkness. He knows you're afraid to love. Afraid to give in to the moon. You're deeper than the ocean; on your surface reflects the soul of those who sink within.


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