Until it kills me...
A Random Collection of Death Inspired Ramblings
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Post Two Hundred and Eighteen: Blue.
Like an offering to the sea; yonder swept. Farther drifting, stalled afloat for a time unencumbered by all but the bulging, briny deep.
"Just do us a favour, O'Connor. Write something."
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