In the casual disarray.
Now your footprints
Guide your friends into the fire
The whispers of a problem
Dropped with minor insignificance
On the outskirts of a perfect morning
The woes of expiration date love
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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There is ink in my pen And I'm pretty sure If I put it to the page It would come out, Creating some sort of mark On the blank pages. Of ...
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When I said I'm scared that was an understatement. When I'm too blind to see things when they happen And too used to second chance... -
I press my bitten nails into my palms As she speaks, as to not betray The fact I am two milimeters From breaking down completely. I wis...