Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Sanguin Aberration.
The decision of Languid fervor has long past, as sentiments soon dissipate in wintry mists. A colloquial affair with much ostentation and pedantry. I no longer hold that veil of splendor, of that a tortuous panorama. Of such a beloved spectacle I would care not soon forget.But all together cannot resist the inevitable.
Labels:
dating,
inevitable,
lost,
love,
moving on,
past,
perspective,
sentiements
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