torsdag 19. april 2012
.: It nods and curtseys and recovers - When the wind ...
.: It nods and curtseys and recovers - When the wind ...
: Her strong enchantments failing Her towers of fear in wreck, Her limbecks dried of poisons And the knife at her neck. The Queen of ai...
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