26 July 2012
My mood is of the deepest red.
Remembering those words you said.
They echo, crimson, 'round my head.
An ugliness that's not yet dead.
Red. • Opuss № I
26 July 2012
My mood is of the deepest red.
Remembering those words you said.
They echo, crimson, 'round my head.
An ugliness that's not yet dead.
Red. • Opuss № I