

The Last LightA wanderer within sleepThe Last Light
Paranoia a nectar
Poison I gather like pollen by bees
Insomnia; Black and ever growing
The clouds on a winters day overpowering
The sea engulfing the cliff-side
The current swallowing a helpless child,
Butterfly eyelids flutter the colour of a rainbow
The image of explosions in space
If I were to drift off to an endless slumber
Would I dream of this place?
If I were to pass my soul on toward God
Would I dream of this place?
Would the image of your beautiful face pass beneath my overgrown lashes? Would I celebrate the colour
Orochimaru
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
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~ Hayley x
=Apophysis =Ultra-Fractal
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
Have a nice week!
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
Bye...
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There are no victories in all our histories without love
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