Night after night
The haunting thought Where do the bells go When the curtain closes doors Foam after foam Floating like the clouds The blurred warmths And the dusty odes May the stairs lead to The ones in twos But the light at the end It's been stolen I was told
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AuthorShakunetsu O. - 34 years old. Loves to dance salsa, sing O Mio Babbino Caro, and learn languages including Spanish and Mandarin. ArchivesCategories
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