Silent wispher of imagination hovering above in the air. Rays of dreams flock the ambiance. Moonlight has the aroma, so dainty for it all is so enchanting.
Foremostly, this is where my soul hiraeth to be till eternity.
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Pieces of my soul
PuisiSoothe the demons in my head, hold me till my death. (I'll hate you and report you if you steal the poems I wrote with my fried brain) Highest-ranking #1 in self-absorbed #1 in unsaidfeelings #1 in poem collection #2 in poem collection #4 in late...
