Oct 2020
The world is very vicious
violent
cold, and quite alone.
And so to find something so gentle —
that gentleness, I think, is bliss.
Not sure.
I’ll let you know.
violent
cold, and quite alone.
And so to find something so gentle —
that gentleness, I think, is bliss.
Not sure.
I’ll let you know.
Written by
cosmo naught
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