happy happyrun.
hands in the air.
eyes closed.
feeling the breeze.
toes on grass.
join me!
Broken Music BoxI pulled the stars over your comely eyes stretching my arms stiff until they covered your body blue. Its shadows were brave enough to keep us well hid for the shimmer gold in your hair beaconed all lovers lost. We found ourselves on a beach, whose sand I could not place, our bare feet sweeping the froth of the waves. The brightest stars as our guide led us to the end of a pair of sea docks and washed upon it a broken music box, wood crippling its age.Broken Music Box
I breathed into it [but only after you], and from it came a sound that played like the ballet. One which neither yo
Thrilled
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You have a nice gallery?
just passing by...
sapientia aedificat
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~ React first, ask questions later~
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~ React first, ask questions later~
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