My seven story apparent build was fraying around the corners and the people that lived inside become faceless.
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One Liners
PoetryPoetry is music, music in retrun saves my thought. ------------------ A collection of one sentence/one line poems that range from hope to death. And everything in between.
49. Memories
My seven story apparent build was fraying around the corners and the people that lived inside become faceless.
