I drove through woods tonight and cold. I saw ghosts, heard the crackle of their fires. A western star passed smoking through the dark. “We are all lost ships,” I whispered by myself, “we are all lighthouses.”
countdown to the disappointment
19. Sweden.
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Peace out ^_^
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2009-12-06
Source: thesemightysecrets
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