Walking clocks

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in , | Posted on Monday, April 21, 2008

Then he saw the clock on the wall, and the ticking had became unbearable, second by second he kind of felt how life drifted, and how each drop of his wasted soul fell, crushing as crystal as they made the way into the floor.


[Mrs K i t e ]

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