pale hands i loved so well
σήμερα θα έπρεπε να σου ευχηθώ, αλλά..
posted by schottkey at 13:25
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
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- Name: schottkey
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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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