Did you see the red mist block your path?
sábado, 16 de outubro de 2010
And my Ashes drift beneath the silver sky, where a boy rides on a bike, and never smiles
domingo, 10 de outubro de 2010
Dried up, a guitar upon my knees, should sold out when the devil came to me
A light snow is falling over London, all the sign of the living has gone
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