Winter is coming as a shadow over my neck, bringing darkness and cold lines. The poor integrity of my hometown with the greedy souls of the citizens give me loneliness and poorness. No love survive to the strength of a wordless hearth. love feeds you but can't fill you up.I need to sleep and wake up from this grey nightmare.
Need more humanity and less words.
1 comment:
cheers... there is a sheep out there waiting for you... i hope you'll find again your red air-baloon!
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