Just a thread of luck needs to go loose from the sweater of your life and suddenly the rest is pulled amd tinked naturally by humans to make it entangled.
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Final Throes Of The Unfurling
Poesia"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall, I quit, I quit and that's all." Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages. Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow, Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes, And the corners of...
thread of luck
Just a thread of luck needs to go loose from the sweater of your life and suddenly the rest is pulled amd tinked naturally by humans to make it entangled.
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