"i believe that
harmonies are colours,
every time i paint
it sharpens my harmony.
yesterday i tried to paint you,
but the colours weren't beautiful enough.
your love goes beyond what i can say,
love, beyoncè."
- interlude, beyoncè
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4AM
Poetry"i walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps and i'm the only one and i walk alone." - a collection of thoughts, lyrics and poetry from various sources initially assembled as a result of nocturnal boredom.
