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...
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Howwedreamt, tobeineitherarms, be, Thescent, that drove each other through the bars of a golden age Thelight, sending beacons through the dusky paint, leaving intricate silver lines on the dandelion green, Thesweetdews, on the windowsill, throughout the morning chill Theecho, for either of our unheard voices and Thewoollensheath, to radiate warmth and shield delicate snow
