Days of Rio
Monday, October 20, 2014
Riddle Me this
It has lived, Breathed. Like a caged bird, Freed. It has been given, Coveted. Like a stolen gem, Taken. It has been broken, Shattered. Like a pane of glass, Scattered. It has been moved, Slowed. And like a ticking clock, Stopped.
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