Unnamed, by Lorena Bernhardt Subscribe to rss feed for Lorena Bernhardt 

The world never looks beyond the eye, and the eye never
beyond it's savior. A whole time to pass, so grab it while
it lasts. Too short for depression. Leave the secrets with
the confession.
Posted: 2010-06-03 02:48:03 UTC
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