Around and around the red blue mind. Thoughts creep and whisper in thin grey lines. Music to ears as silence to sleeping. Deposit in years, a warm heart beating. Ask me now, where I have been. I answer by staring in low dull hymn.
Original poetry, short stories, and other bits.
Around and around the red blue mind. Thoughts creep and whisper in thin grey lines. Music to ears as silence to sleeping. Deposit in years, a warm heart beating. Ask me now, where I have been. I answer by staring in low dull hymn.
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