You could never be captured in any earthly quantity of metaphors or similes - or restrained between the lines on the paper I write upon. For the poet never understands - they simply see beauty in the most tragically complex, and can paint portraits with their thoughts alone -CST
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Stories by Inkii1
A dent in the bonnet and more :)
A collection of short stories and poems about late nights and driving nothing too fancy -
