sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Late
It is so late and this heart so weary
Blood ties mean nothing
I live on feathers, on wings
I would rather drown as an albatross
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