Comes to a HaltA Poem by Ghost of Gonzo
Time drifts through this space, to each different moon and place.
Blindly we continue this race, only to try and find what we chase. Though it still remains the case, my search seems to end each time i see your smiling face. SAB
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Added on March 2, 2013 Last Updated on March 3, 2013 |