Nothing like i expectedat the loosing end.would’ve chosen youfor guiding me.I am a vapour setting forthe rain to fall, into the same place,slightly different from former.Still my destination never changeend up in the ocean of fear,wait to transform as i know it’llSooner or later.I dreamt the bed of rosesAnd got the ones with pointy thornshurtsContinue reading “May it be a dream”
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