October 22, 2015 Overly Devoted Archivist Uncategorized hamilton 0 Comments delleseyah: I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory Is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me? I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be? There is no beat, no melody Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading...