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posted by schottkey at 17:15
Friday, April 11, 2008
About Me
- Name: schottkey
- Location: Cloud 1001011
Thinking of the other's dreams, of corridors winding in upon themselves, muted tints of ancient carpet . . . An old man, a head made of jewels, a taut pale face with eyes that were mirrors . . . And a beach in the wind and dark.
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2 Comments:
ta spaei!
(elleipsei pio prototyphs ekfrashs)
Ρε Σπυράκο, φτου, δεν την μπορώ αυτή την έκφραση..
:)
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