So pointless, still starting sentences with
and as though I am curtailing from
previous profundity into present thought.
Silly, still. Finally I have found
inspiration in the smallest places,
skin-deep moments, echoes.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
So pointless, still starting sentences with
and as though I am curtailing from
previous profundity into present thought.
Silly, still. Finally I have found
inspiration in the smallest places,
skin-deep moments, echoes.
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