walkingintheceiling
Thursday 15 November 2012
replika
the fifth creature smiles at the memory of police riot shields glittering under a harvest moon. these are only thoughts it whispers. the breeze turns freezing, the grasses make a sound like thousands of wooden teeth chattering
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