The hour of the wolf |
Oct. 2nd, 2013|01:30 am |
She didn't have fire in her eyes anymore. Tukšums. Vēsi pirksti. Līdz zemapziņai aizkļuvis lietus. Gravitēt līdz ar vēlu rītu. To catch our dreams before they scatter and disappear in to the bright gold of nothing.
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