-You Brushed My Eyes With Angels Wings, Full Of Love - The Kind That Makes Devils Cry-
A visage of bewildered dreams collected.
Here be a place of
nostalgia, current activities and thoughts
of what lies ahead.
Thou art beseeched to enjoy.
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Self Explanatory
When mum washes the vaguely clean clothes I need that were merely hanging up on the towel rack…
-.-