Introspection
“He never really sleeps. A head resting on weary, bony shoulders. A head full of dreams – inexplicable, unreasonable dreams that corrupted his thoughts.
“He never really sleeps. A head resting on weary, bony shoulders. A head full of dreams – inexplicable, unreasonable dreams that corrupted his thoughts.
Clutched that last pinecone, as it threatened to tumble out of my arms, and when I look up You, father, are clutching your chest, with
The light turns red The corners of your smile twitch, As you struggle to say “God, I miss the summers, And why is it That
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