Prt Sc

By weaponstar

Growing Shadows

The only flowers in Death's garden are black.

So many people down the beach today, having fun. Two guys making live music. I knew the songs but have already forgotten what they were. Slow rock. The sounds followed me all the way along the promenade. Felt uplifted and at one with everything. What is this?

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