BB Hood
United States
 
 
I see
you
Nightingale up in the tree!
I, born of a race of strange things,
of deserts, great temples, great kings,
in the hot sands where the nightingale never sings!
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Mori 17 лип. 2009 о 18:53 
All things do move toward their end, especially ends because thats where they begin. No wait... what?