onsdag 19 oktober 2011

We are creatures of habit.


When our color dies,
We will bury the ashes of time,
And we will earn new eyes.

Only with careful hands
We’ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures.

A sanctuary in a lion’s mouth

"Careful Hands - Sleeping At Last"

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