Sleeping Willow Tree
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Mar 23, 2015
We were so close, your locks of hair touched my face, the tears falling down your cheeks slipped onto mine, and the desperation in your strange eyes creeped into my skin.
But then we were torn apart and I fell into the abyss.
Copyright Wiegenlied 2014
Cover by nescience
All Rights Reserved
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