heading home with that bright face turning it's back, mindful of the sad sonnet playing constant; over and over again. concerning myself with nonesense and REALIZE it doesn't matter as a small piece admits defeat. reflections stare back at an empty abyss and lights meet with your eyes for the first time. stop. go. repeat. get off.

apr�s - vers l'avant

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ate pm - 2013-01-09
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