Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I’m gone. July 28 / AntiJenX / 0 Comments 48.52 ~The Kindly Ones ~ The Sandman ~ Neil Gaiman a year of sundays Previous post Random Wednesday Next post introducing … Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Δ
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