Mischievous

You told me that love will give me wings but all it did was to take them for itself and fly far away from me.
Brought forth by Symyx

1 comment:

  1. Symyx12/04/2013

    'The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.'

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