I never am dreaming for the head rushing blood gushing
world spinning moments of exasperation
but a calm breeze that gently whispers
how grateful the chosen one would be to have all of me
yet with every kiss, one needs to be prepared to swallow more tears.
At the call of the one who remember's their dead lover one is alive despite being dead the perishable body shall only hold onto a few...
Staring at the ruined canvas with colours she detest and forms she'd never digest to view any longer, she slathered fresh hues to cover...
let it flow through you, acknowledge it, the suffering shall also have place in your thoughts now Eventually will give root to wisdom and...
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