nothing is pure, in addition to the cold & melancholy of the lonelinessclean limpid. carrying with immersion to skin of the nippy chilliness .
let people to sober.
in the ice blue of the ocean and the sky of midst,
just like the specter of a general to the arrival.
pic: matt sundin
pic: matt sundin
my cold hands needed a warm, warm touch,
ReplyDeleteand I was thinkin' about you
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saludos!