Spilled Ink
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
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Window To The Soul
Everytime I close my eyes, There is a dark paradise.... --------------------------------------------- You have to see what I am.. You can't leave me stranded.. You have to love what I am.. You can't leave me on knees.. You have to listen what I am.. You can't leave me begging... ...
