The illiterate heart knows-
no bounds to the mind, it
Falls free amidst
poignant eyes
Harbors those ulterior motives,
or kindles lost souls,
Yet why does it still let you
leave these
indelible holes?
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
The illiterate heart knows-
no bounds to the mind, it
Falls free amidst
poignant eyes
Harbors those ulterior motives,
or kindles lost souls,
Yet why does it still let you
leave these
indelible holes?
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