Sunday, May 20, 2007
her quiescence and the gamut of serene purple, blue and green juxtaposes against the impending doom that awaits.smothered by fits of delirium, you bawl vehemently for her to get off the tracks. its eerie how impeccably she lies there, in such sedate fashion, like placid waters, her lips curled up in icy peace.
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lonesome darling, we are all united by our tacit understanding of solitude.