Dante Solomon [Pride] (_superbia_) wrote, @ 2010-06-25 12:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | get out of my city, losing patience, warning |
[Triginta quattuor]
The scent of heaven lingers on the streets, and snarling, starving dogs grow increasingly restless.
Tread black waters carefully. It is a long, long fall.