my love, my all (pt3)
scrape scrape scrape
silent nails against my heart
tear tear tear the fleshsilent nails against my heart
out out out
posted by ~Kate~ at 8:58 AM
Movement in Still Life
Basicly this is a forum for my random, methodical and situational musings and thoughts to become tangable in word form, yo.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
out out out
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