Remembering Tazmily
I remember when the air was clean, when the city was small. I remember when we weren’t afraid of falling.
I remember when the air was clean, when the city was small. I remember when we weren’t afraid of falling.
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shiroandfubuki | Like Flowers |
Hinawa and chrysanthemums, because the poetic irony is fantastic. Also, I love the image of her dissolving in to flowers for whatever reason.
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8/30/09 | 0.00 |