"I loved him, and him I.
But it wasn't that simple.
When the days were hazy and quick to skip,
And nights shallow and dark,
When the rainbows cry and the rains hurt,
When the bottomless holes cry to be saved and the seamless skies cut,
I loved him, but him not I."
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Poésiea book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
