My days only float along now. by Ayeglasses

Jul 2016

No places to breathe.
No sights to see.
No emotions to feel.
No experience real.
No capacity left.
No motivation to move.
No thoughts to ponder.
No desire to wander.

How does one become beautiful?

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Ayeglasses Seattle Born/São Paulo

(Seattle Born/São Paulo)

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