Stepping into an open room shadowed by the lack of light, fun beats filled the empty space and colored flashes danced around the place.
The club meant for dance and inebriated experiences were empty of souls. The ambiance of emptiness lingered in the air.
We looked at each other. We had the same thought, so we left.
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Roses and Candles
ПоэзияThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
