There are memories that come freely,
That they brim the eyes with color
As bearings shape from reality
That without a notice they saunter
Dissonant tones struck until shattered
And then what lays bare once dearly
A broken cadence uncovered
Torn and abused by vanity.
Just something I had lying around for a while. Figured I'd get it off the table before I take on something bigger and occasionally post things here for fun XD. Thanks for reading! :)
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Ramblings and Snippets
RandomJust a collection of scraps and little essays I've complied and plan to release when I've cleaned them up (if I ever feel like it). Enjoy!
