Oh mother, brother sister...how I tire of the cold.
The boundless beauties for what we are told.
Oh father how no allegiance will yield a matter so true
as our indifference; the fevered absence of me and you.
These tributes I caress in the paths so absolute
victimize us all in silence. Time is loud, the world is mute.
4 years, 3 months ago
20 Jan 2015 05:29 CET
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