Sunday, February 13, 2011

midnight prodigal son

subtilis, cold.

defeated Villa, missing off the walls, sloping columns, stretch of desolate.

no one can not imagine it would be blood Villa,mac brushes one heart, blood five years ago, Hill has been the way it always so brilliant, always so high-spirited.

Unfortunately, that was five years ago.

who see such a sight would not be high-spirited,mac makeup not without a heavy heart to heart.

midnight to see the prodigal son, so the desperation in his eyes even more.

he quietly walked in this wasteland where once he walked through the land.

to be the original,nhl hockey the only Villa Villa is not the original.

people are still before the people,north face denali only people's emotions is not the previous mood.

He stopped because he saw the words.

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