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Black ink was poured amidst my mind: tragic drawings, blurred lines; what a bittersweet sight. With paper wings I fly, tears dancing in the wind.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
Poema casual para mentes torpes II
Black ink was poured amidst my mind: tragic drawings, blurred lines; what a bittersweet sight. With paper wings I fly, tears dancing in the wind.
"Casual poetry for clumsy minds II"
#tears#sadness
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uncool_cole
18/Agender/Fortunate Isles, Spain
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
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