Fog. me and my bycicle, 6am
Fog. Me and the sunrise, 8am
I've walked through opaque roads.
Hear no voices, read no words.
Once I used to call you friends.
Now I use to call you friends, yet.
I don't delete my pages.
Fog. Me and the sunrise, 8am
I've walked through opaque roads.
Hear no voices, read no words.
Once I used to call you friends.
Now I use to call you friends, yet.
I don't delete my pages.
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xhavokx:
great pictures!
shayne:
come back come back, whereever you are!