As I move forward in a cemented path,
tempest has been gnawing at me each instance.
I was bemused by how I was bombarded.
How every nightmare will hunt you
until your hair was silver as was the celtic ring you toved to wear.
Everything's like whirlwind.
Help me out of this chaos.
But -
I'm still choosing fragments.
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My Fallen Affection
Puisi#5 Wordsofwisdom #4 Writings As blissful as I should be and living with extravagant dreams, I yearn and howl for a series of sensations, and peregrinates with vivid imaginations.
