I seem to be an endless well of words...
some of them deep,
some of them shallow,
some of them beautiful,
some of them hideous,
some of them melodies,
some of them discordant.
Some of them mean something,
if you look long enough.
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Histoire par a faceless voice
titles are overrated
I think of things, and then I can't stop turning them over in my mind until I immortalize them. Here's a coll...
