Obsidian is precious in my heart. It's smooth, jagged surface tells the tales as the blackness hides all. It holds a beauty in the mystery of the unknown. A stone about joys and despair.
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PoetryI started to write about everything, pouring all of my soul into words on paper, all the emotions will fill the pages with a magic all on its own for every story has a meaning and I'm just beginning to tell mine #1 tired of life 6/11/20
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Obsidian is precious in my heart. It's smooth, jagged surface tells the tales as the blackness hides all. It holds a beauty in the mystery of the unknown. A stone about joys and despair.
