

Call A Common GroundDaniel smiled a wicked curve of his lips, rose red as the blood pumping down his thighs. Thick trails passed aimlessly towards his knees. He shook at the sound inspired by the songs on the radio, all the same compositions in different parts. His fingers dangled the kitchen knife soaking itself in human life while his teeth chattered cold. He watched the hot emotion slip out among the lines. Desperately, his time was short. He looked out of the bathroom window, high above the brutal scene below, where the sun was only beginning to bow behind mountain majesty. Diagnosis: yet another dreary night spent headfirst in the shadows, with the shadows.Call A Common Ground
your gallery proves it.
ps. those are all good things
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I'm rotting inside
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I'm rotting inside
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"Ars non habet inimicum nisi ignorantem"
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brighton c. metz
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brighton c. metz
so thanks!
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The ONE the ONLY
ALLIE!
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I'm rotting inside
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