DeAth eCHos liFe
And in the morning, after the love called out at
midnight has faded and been replaced by the fear and
insecurities of mankind, what are we left with?
Because with one small step we shatter ourselves, like
cheep trinkets, astonishing heirlooms, like dead
leaves that fall to the ground only to be crushed
underneath the foot of someone you once knew.
The Truth
A list of places
Diary
Buildings
Book "thE trutH abouT misteR fingerS
Photos
Poetry
Name: Brandon Bernard
Email: albatross@darksites.com
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