Letters
And now I've come to realize
That each letter
grouped into words
Has its own
single story
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Just The Randomness of an Insomiac |Poetry|
De Todo"The candle It's fire was swaying gracefully As if dancing into a song Hot and burning with passion Yet got swallowed by the darkness hugging it And so she became Nothing" When a simple girl can't fall asleep, she just stares at the sky and let h...
