desperado* posted a quote
July 29, 2014 4:57pm UTC
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. format by irrestible. do not steal.
Kamileon posted a quote
April 26, 2013 11:12pm UTC
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.
desperado*
Kamileon