UntitledThe evening light faded fast The moon and stars not willing to face a night like this In their place they left a thick soup to fend me off, or to keep me safe Enough heat and moisture in the air to labour my breathing and blur my senses To make me consider going back But I couldn't go back, not tonight, not again I wiped the mist from my glasses, steadied my feet and my heart, and pushed onUntitled
The iron gates of the old cemetery slowly shuddered open The only sound that broke the silence of the night I stepped through old leaves and grass, through patches of mud and cobble stones set be
I looked for arts about Stitch and I found a great one in your gallery, awesome one indeed!
I wonder if... would you like to comment and vote in my last Journal...
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Thanks for your attention!
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Would you please ignore that you found me on the floor trying on your camisole? -Alcohol, Barenaked Ladies
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you don't need to be told who this is. you just know. really.
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