Her sedative song slices through the storm's roar,
And I suddenly fear not the chance of being swallowed.
The bare and beautiful woman posed along the shore.
Her sedative song slices through the storm's roar;
And from exterior to core, I cannot help but adore.
Feathery wings flap in fervor, aspiring to be followed.
Her sedative song slices through the storm's roar,
And I suddenly fear not the chance of being swallowed.
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Hushed: The Words of an Introvert [LiteratureCollection]
PoetryThis is my story told through different pieces of literature. I give you permission to invade a bit of my privacy and read snippets that outline my life. Enjoy, or don't. It's your choice really.
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