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Stifling an urge to kick the fire’s blameless remains, she turned about…
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 10, 2013
Stifling an urge to kick the fire’s blameless remains, she turned about…
This is the path between the instant that is life, and the eternity of death.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 10, 2013
This is the path between the instant that is life, and the eternity of death.
… the tears therein were those of love alone.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 10, 2013
… the tears therein were those of love alone.
Behind him, dragged unwilling to an undeserved fate, Eden followed.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 10, 2013
Behind him, dragged unwilling to an undeserved fate, Eden followed.
They were a flood flowing by, a river of darkness, on a moonless night.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 10, 2013
They were a flood flowing by, a river of darkness, on a moonless night.
Judge a book by its contents, and a Twitter, by their Tweets.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 10, 2013
Judge a book by its contents, and a Twitter, by their Tweets.
Wracked, by misery’s caress.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 10, 2013
Wracked, by misery’s caress.
truth must seem to be told, and be seen to be told.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 10, 2013
truth must seem to be told, and be seen to be told.
I would much rather give the point, than get it. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 10, 2013
I would much rather give the point, than get it. #thought
Thoughts so vile, they can but rile.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 10, 2013