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EvolutionWhat could I be but a blank page, treading water and sinking underneath the cobblestones, in between celestial skulls of your son and my daughter, underneath the graveyard ashes of hollowed bones.Evolution
What will I be as torn time twirls in a downwards coil, trying to tame you into the indigo shades of reverie, as faded flowers sink their petals into ashen soil, turning symmetrical solitude into empty ecstasy.
by `ClaireJones
by `vhm-alex
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יש לך גלרייה מקסימה
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Cheers, Astrid.
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where the wild roses grow
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where the wild roses grow
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