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Its been a while. I keep coming here and she never starts any threads anymore. So boooorrrinng! Come on flower. Do something. :heart: :wave:

you and i once lay upon white roses.. ..now stained by this river of red wine we would watch stars waltz in the night.. ..until dawn gave birth to her sunrise. we cradled our porcelain moon.. ..and let her whisper against the tide.. as she bled milk upon our lips ..when her heart cracked from...

Life is like a matchstick. From time to time we all feel a little wooden. Hoo-roo chaps!

..a narrow lane lay pensive under the persistent stare of the withered trees that hung above it's pensiveness. Their forgotton leaves lay upon the surface still nursing their seasonal hangover. In the distance a tiny church sat dormant amongst the cliche country surroundings. Bartholomew was a...