Yes, I see the world through ash-colored filters, I hear the morning, the silence of snow, grey and orange the sky's shutters hang down in tatters, soft ocean breezes rustle the palms. In my dreams it is never after November.
I will find It in everything!
- July 09, 2007
- Tucker
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