The light's beauty welcomed me with it's invite
but a single touch on the dangerous cable felt ugly as I craved insight.
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Hideout for the loner
PoetryAn abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart and oceans of muffled miseries; is the book your eyes just greeted. "Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
Love
The light's beauty welcomed me with it's invite
but a single touch on the dangerous cable felt ugly as I craved insight.
