1.30.2010

a solar ring of flooded blood

Does autumn ends with no despice for his older brother!? -And so far aloft, I simply tend to observe the waves of proud my mended spirit has-. No doubt the sole attempt has the scent of sin all over.
-Sin, they say!- The reason they can't consent with me has no logic whatsoever.
I must be quiet for my illness begins to increase, and the stumbling head of mine has a purple-greenish fever, and sounds doesn't seem much alike.

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