Jigsaw Falling Into Place
Words are blunt instruments
17 January, 2011
When the Road Bends
I saw 3 fates, they all said I would die
If I sit and ponder, their words haunt me
I don't see a cure..
Blossom, little blossom
(Mugur, mugurel)
Nicolai
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