sweet like cinnamon ᥫ᭡
Such a society we live in, we are swimming in an ocean of knowledge, and drowning in a lake of ignorance. Artist, and writer.
In the dark woods.
This is the blood I give so the moon will have something to shine on. All rights reserved.
ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness.
A poem is like a tickle, it gives both joy and pain: with blissful tears and tearful giggles, you'll read that poem again. A poem ...
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