Notes
One lit up the flame, celebrated the birth of an entity which consumes the fire ring ingeniously, inscribed the grass field with stories of people who stopped time. A night full of awe which they all try to forget, but without any significant struggle, failed at the very second the strings start singing. That night, algebra lied, and those people floated inseparably, for music has been enchanted.
1 comment on Werewhiskey - Rotting Imagination
SuicideBunny February 06, 2013
pencet hati !
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