[.x.] "Thy hand grazing the grass we laid upon; smiling, and roaring with raucous laughter. I stare morosely, at the lifeless memories. Gratuitously, I place these precious, feeble moments in the disarray of my relics; all of which, I've spent with your prevailing soul which lies in the highest cloud.."
This was supposed to be a quote. Damned word limit. x[ Hrmph.
