He was light, I was darkness.
And even so, our toxicity was an essence.
For darkness cannot drive our darkness but light can.
Darkness
Light
Our very existence is an essence, one not even mother nature can alter.
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As these two elements exist, so does love ♥
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YOU ARE READING
'Silent' Clouds.
Poetry¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶ ¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry. Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶
