harolrock
Mistress of the dark. Enchanting, within exotic contours hides a sincere beauty, a confessional sweetness. It shocks and engages to the same extent, in the agile beat of a classic rock 'n' roll. It is a perfectly executed guitar solo, resonating in some paradise lost in the pulsating nights of Los Angeles in 1987, shrouded in smoke, youth and neon lights. It is a secret of time, revealed to those who dare to unravel it. A single cat, a rose the color of living blood in the midst of so many shattered flowers.
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