From dusk we evolve to dawn. From infants to elder. What we experience gains us the Light of our souls.
What we regret; our darkness. Expose a heart to age, to temper its handler. With what madness is the
mind, has all but generations. I bid adieu this kingdom. I bid anon, this world. Goodnight for now and
evermore. My spirit; haunt this shore.
~ A. Sinclaire
8:55 p.m. 04/22/2014
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