This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 21.5.2015 at 15:08
I dream of P.M.
Those dreams that tie two hearts,
that will never die.

And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the brother's desire. I dream of P.M. Those dreams that tie two hearts, that will never die. And near the flames The shadows play in the shape of the brother's desire.
21.5.2015 at 15:08