Intricacies
We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.
We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.
These waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
。- Collection of poetic notes. Art if you like. Expect irony within - 。 No. Veto. I watched, as wet dried, As scented sinned, Justice broke free. 。01-22-2018 - ONGOING。 UPDATING SCHEDULE:3 chapters Every Friday Text: All Rights Reserved: xEmiliaForestx © 2018 Cover manipulation from multiple secondary images found o...
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