Eccentric Revision

We both exists on two different levels.

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Edges of A Letter

I think you're still left in bits and pieces.

Iridescence

Butterflies flutter atop the flowers Vallies bustle in this mild sonance Harmony sings and settles with nature. A rainbow seems to break in through my broken window, Into spaces accustomed to fewer shades. Anxious; how to bind them together? In a heart bleak red and blight grey. Colourful mirages refracting some truth, I am beginning... Continue Reading →

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