Music, Memory &Tea...
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Last published Fri, Nov 10, 2023
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For the one who knows what it feels like to feel nothing,
For those who don't know that they're everything,
For those who themselves are an art but are looking for the artist,
For those who carry a storm in their head,
For those who carry the universe in their eyes,
For those who are an Autumn Soul,
Gloriously beautiful to look upon,
But dying everyday piece by piece... :)❣️
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