circus

circus down these shaded avenues choking on the need for crying memories of jades and blues and all the things i did with you gazing up at clouded moon almost full but somehow shying feel it like a staring doom more in tune with the madness looms running from the breaking dawn voices in my head replying i can see it when they call are they pushing or do i fall cursed to wander without name knowing life means only dying everything remains the same and i have only fate to blame 13 <-Previous… More information...

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