As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no en...
If you are or feel screwed and fucked up on a daily basis. If you are suicidal, or you were at some point of your life. If you are fascinated with the everlasting melancholic touch on Adrian Brody's sculptured face. If you read Edgar Allan Poe and love i...
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