Fic: Pandora's Box: Shards Instead of Glass (1/8)
“Look there, Marie, the empty bed
The mirror of our great times
From tomorrow on there’ll be only shards instead of glass.
Come over and pour us some
The last drop of the last wine
Marie, the world is about to die.”
Hans Hartz, “The White Doves Are Tired”
~*~
TBC in Find Peace Tonight.
The mirror of our great times
From tomorrow on there’ll be only shards instead of glass.
Come over and pour us some
The last drop of the last wine
Marie, the world is about to die.”
Hans Hartz, “The White Doves Are Tired”
~*~
TBC in Find Peace Tonight.