Friday, March 27, 2015

ĤȯŦ.Ʌ¯^Ɵ:ƗɎɄīɄɎƗ:Ɵ^¯Ʌ.ŦȯĤ


his dreams were of feathers that rose from his chest, of words spoken kindly and those made in jest
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