We Can’t Call People Without Wings Angels, So We Call Them Friends <3

haPPiness

Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones

i crawl through the gutter like a plague-ridden sewer rat.. illusive rodent, brewed in a cauldron..

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