Wonderland Wanderings

Wonderland Wanderings

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Autumn fog rolls over the harvest fields and I sit here wondering how I'm going to give you all I am, when all I am is nothing. [a poetry compilation]
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maerdyad

I don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, out of nowhere.

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