Opium

seductionThe darkness is a familiar cloak around me. I sigh. The sound disappears into the void. Distantly, the thread of a high, plaintive melody seeps through, skimming the air, flowing deeper as it approaches. I look up and sit up straighter. Tense. It is not new, this winding tune. I have heard it before. As always, it aims straight for the heart, pierces through and leaves me gasping for breath, drawing in gulps of stale air, interrupted by choking sobs. It plays the meandering notes. Always the same, never the same, always the same. Mesmerizing. The sounds seem to float in the dense air, each a golden burst of light, forming intricate patterns aseduction
by `zemotion
by `girltripped
Pegadas na Lua is portuguese right?
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~Como lagrimas en la lluvia se iran~
thanks for the fav
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woi,cok kelen liat dolo ~anakmedan
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The best and the most beautiful things in life cannot be seen, not touched, but are felt in the heart Helen Keller
Your gallery is amazing.
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