aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - i always sent them off in flames, with grand hideous fights, sickening flourishes. but when it was their turn, they've always faded quietly, as if the absence of a goodbye was message enough. maybe we were just constructing final monuments to each other, my pretty sharp-tongued wildfires with their terse melancholy statue (who only ever said just enough to convey his meaning) 1:18 a.m. - 2014-05-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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