austinenature: walking slowly in the cloud of confusion wondering what next is coming at me startled by the breeze of uneven wave tossed by the motion of nothingness In this dry land of agony wanting the little drop of water the rain from the fountain of love hoping it comes quickly, be may what the shocker never expected announced by the one trusted most the blood from the slavery of my toil shed abroad, below scarlet of roses they most painful of all betrayal. |
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