Tuesday, July 19, 2011

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And though Red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones. So I swore to the razor that never, enchained, would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. Wicked with your charm, I'm circled like prey - back in the forest where whispers persuade. Fold to my arms and hold their mesmeric sway, dance out to the moon as we did in those golden days. {COF}

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I wish october would hurry and be here.

2 comments:

  1. That cloak and hair are gorgeous.

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  2. Can I just say that I am a huge fan of your photography?

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