I wished for the night
But, somehow I got lost
in it.
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Eunoia
PoetryA soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper. ♡♡♡ Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us, So maybe tracing do...
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I wished for the night
But, somehow I got lost
in it.
