Friday, 7 December 2012

Moleskine Pages - Children Of Her Heart

' She lived on the edge of her seat, speeding through the hours with her past behind her. She only cried in flat monotones when the earth spun out of time. But she loved without mercy, and hated without passion. The tears grew into malformed children of her heart.
Her mistrust and paranoia were well founded.'

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