February 2012
Steam.
mister-selfdestruct:
The lion with your proud mane the scorpion with my envenomed sting always killing myself before you can eat me You and I are lines of fire and tides of water that never seemed to intersect at the right time It’s always wrong and as the years go on clocks fail to correct for your fiery nature I am the quenching calm but you’re already ashes.
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