painfully poetic, i can taste and feel the raw emotion, my heart goes out to you snow, a very good and brave piece *hugs*
painfully poetic, i can taste and feel the raw emotion, my heart goes out to you snow, a very good and brave piece *hugs*
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
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