"She was a whisper of the past, wearing lace and pearls in a world of fast-fashion."
"Her soul was a kaleidoscope of pastel colors, filled with dreams and nostalgia."
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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...
