Scorpion flower, token of death... Curse the day, hail the night...
Flower grown in the wild...
Tuesday, May 03, 2011
...Fl(ames)ying
Empty spaces fulfilled with glass Broke it now Lets make it last… Breathing your senses Unchained melodies appart Razor blades trespassing Missing the act Feel the lazy humor Rumors outside
...fake wisdoms Let it burn inside…
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