Memories
While some are like fireflies gently twinkling in the dark, some are like shards of broken pieces of mirror.
posted by The Doors Of Perception at 7:35 AM
Sunday, May 20, 2007
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1 Comments:
wounded with the cut of memories... bleeding... quite a reminder of good times.
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