twelfA Chapter by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))crust around your eyes fall from the sky breaking crashing moments of time compared to dust dust; we all are but dust in this world made from dirt all that exist is mere thoughts nothing but imaginary we live by stories told by death © 2011 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))Reviews
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