life in genral
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Bad moon rising
I say there is a bad moon out tonight. He walks among the graves. Don't leave tonight I am told. Yet I must, must find my part in this place. Blood of my blood where are you my brothers and sister? I call bu tyou do not answer my cries.
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