You've surfaced upon the sweet scents and daunting tints of My blood dwelling life, expressed in the form of poetry. Bubbly and lighter from the outside but a misty shade darker, on the inside, Portrayed through self depicting tales edged by hope an...
Left us melancholy, 𝘞𝘩𝘺 Mother Nature? Can't you bear to witness our love nurture? Crossed by all familiar faces we've met Have you deemed us a tic-tac-toe set?
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