The blood turns the clear waters a dark shade of crimson.
Submerged & defeated.
I still love you, Colt McCoy.
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Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
A gift from the artificer
My wings are made of wax. Compliments of the innovator himself.
We will not fall into the tides.
We will not fall into the tides.
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