Of love and darkness: The Lost

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Sunday, July 20, 2008

The Lost

The Lost There is a place that no one knows. A city deserted but not quite empty. And even though few seldom go. Down the path you must take to find it. The distant scape off the lonely road. Shades bleak dreams of unlucky ones. There is a borough where no one's gone. It's always raining, a drizzle,... Sign in to see full entry.

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