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Stories by nujo0m
oh my mother, where did you go?
this part here, is where i write to keep my pain,
because i don't know where else to.
brown eyes yet grey skies
where the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep.
· part one of woven shreds.
through your words of mime
it's through your words of mime,
that conversations themselves
lost track of their time.
· part three of wov...