24 Juin 2013
The travel without end | Gothique-et-Romantique
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The music of time beats slowly. On standby of you, in front of the window. Black, only open. The music of time strikes patiently. Whereas in me the rise of a violent irritation accelerates. That I then to control. I hate this house in front of which I waited so a long time. To hope. That you kinds o...
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