how does existence itself make you happy if it's the reason that we perish
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YOU ARE READING
Words of Ink
PoetryOne word. I fell in your trance, sucked into your inky depth. Two words. You drew me in, my attention rapt. Three words. I laughed, I cried, I knew Four words. that you were just a word of ink. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~...
twenty three
how does existence itself make you happy if it's the reason that we perish
credit BabyFleur9
