I had to leave.
I got tired of letting you make me feel anything less than whole.
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Merry Christmas 🌹
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'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¶