freedom hangs like the churchbell ring in the old valley by the sea. nobody knows how water can wander back home in your mind. can one carry...
the men on the street...
...seemed to never have an open smile for me as i was passing by. the wind in my hair and wet cobble stones underneath my feet. tell me baby...
dearest forsaken
To my dearest forsaken Who the earth now has taken Empty, the bottle drains no more It is true that I loved you Despite the harm that I...
men of war.
READ THROUGH THIS BEFORE YOU LOOK AT THE PICTURES. Alright, folks, here are some pictures that may seem a little brutish or improper to...
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