7th: Haunted
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.The walls of my home that you invaded,
screams the shadow of you that made my soul captivated.Snippets of the songs that summon you keep me haunted daily.
I can only imagine the horror in my eyes whenever I reach a recollection of us effortlessly.How about you,
do you also shiver whenever I crossed your view?
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Letters to the purple sky (poems)
Poetryseries of melancholic unsaid thoughts that encapsulate the feelings that run through the mind of a lovelorn storyteller. the brain is a large place; which keeps what we think put together. oh, how lovely it is: if i only had a chance that once i wr...