Somewhere between poetry and prose, I built a home out of words.
If my heart had a language, it would be poetry.
but if you wish to wander into my world, you'll discover the stories hidden within the hallways of my thoughts
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Asterelle_Elaris
Jul 05, 2026 11:08AM
I'VE ENVIED HEAVEN.I met him on a rainy Sunday,At a café downtown,He had soft hazel eyes,Hair that looked like he had run his hand through it a lot.He stood in front of me,Ordering iced coffee...View all Conversations
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