Cliff3
Cliff1
Cliff
the photographer

LoveIm throwing stones at second story windows Just a little attention is all that i need now Call me the hopeless romantic. Cause it looks like i got the wrong house.Love
The concrete asks the questions whilst my feet grow restless answering I've walked the same sidewalks for so long now. The music in my headphones has me blaring made up melodies. The winter air tears through my blue jeans My pocket offers shelter, but my hands are still worst off A defense mechanism against the upcoming defeat A lack of feeling might just be all i need.
Sick of picket fences, This


Thank YouVantage point set knee deep in fields of corn. Where i lay down my jacket for you to sit on. sick of twisting alleyways. Forever searching for the best hiding place. Out the way of the blinking streetlights. Past my back garden. To the fields we run. Through the hedgerows where the birds scream my name. Or at least thats what i interpret them to say. Hand in hand, Let me take you far away from the home we know. Far from the squalor of city and suburban pathways. To the sort of places nobody remembers anymore. A place to call our own.Thank You
I could never forget the reflec
Devious Comments
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"Only when we've lost everything, are we free to do anything."
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We are the sound, we have no voice
HL
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one by one, the penguins stole my sanity.
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