

The CrashThe sky is the color of ground cinnamonThe Crash
The road is reflecting the lights of oncoming cars a thousand feet deep My mind is blown My hands are stone
My heart is alone
Smoke writhes between puddles of air, prying between like the barrier of death to separate the oxygen forever... The charcoal's rumbling embers hiss and die beneath the wreckage. Do I remember your face? Do I remember your hair? Do I remember your smile? Your aspirations, hopes dreams, ideas, philosophies? I remember the way you held me. I remember the way you spoke softly. I remember how the tone of your voice was always different
I'm glad you liked it. ^^
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~Master Assassin ALTAÏR~
~Paul Walker~
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Come see some of my other works as well if you have some time!
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I'm here to bring you colors, variety and thoughts with my Photography.
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"Nie ma tak dobrze, rrrrobaczku..."
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I have tasty thoughts.
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