Short Story
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Through the soft shades of Summer fused together
by the strange seasons of the City
The stationary is stained with all my failings
The bedlays new cold and empty as a casket
Your body left it's shape upon the sheets and
little else
i shall dress my room in the colours of sadness...
Through the soft shades of Summer fused together
by the strange seasons of the City
The stationary is stained with all my failings
The bedlays new cold and empty as a casket
Your body left it's shape upon the sheets and
little else
i shall dress my room in the colours of sadness...