I yearn for a place...
What is this thing called "a home?"
Where I cannot go.
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Mia Bella Somniator
Poezie"I write because you exists" - Micheal Faudet Life is full of misfortunes. But Could it be That all my misfortunes Could actually be Immaculate Misconseptipns? And what of love? With its thorns turned red from my pricked fingers? How do we begi...
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I yearn for a place...
What is this thing called "a home?"
Where I cannot go.
