While a desert, barren and desolate, may not seem like much, with him it seemed like an oasis. It seemed like a mirage, the promise of rain after a drought and he didn't evaporate.
-Roadside Memories
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Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
