Saturday, December 12, 2009

Always pattern

I wish that to be me - That beak of rugged edged cliff yearning out towards the oceanistic mass.
Tonight, the chill I felt was undue to the choreographed ice.
it was the absence; you.

Believe I discovered trademark and easy inconsistency, simultaneously.

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