Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Lukas.
Then there was Lukas.
Lukas.
All things stopped. All productions of new thoughts.
Time passes. It doesn't even matter.
Lukas was born.
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  1. UnknownDecember 26, 2013 at 6:21 AM

    This poem is just perfect. Perfect. P-e-r-f-e-c-t.

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    1. Escapism22December 26, 2013 at 7:06 AM

      just like the dude, himself.perfect as he needs to be for us.

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