her eyes were brimming with souls

It's best not to touch them while they are leaving	The kind of gods that crawl out of the rubble of a shattered place, full of shadow and sadness and obsession	favicon.ico	she had mood ring eyes
hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain	Prison of wind	Thinking myself in circles	a dream is just a hand picked delusion
little red-headed girl	This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful