Faces Lost
We are limited in our limitless quest, for answers we seek to windswept questions, kept airborne by our living breath. They move and dart beyond...
We are limited in our limitless quest, for answers we seek to windswept questions, kept airborne by our living breath. They move and dart beyond...
Picture Me Picture me, ripped and torn, in a pile of pieces. Thin paper torn randomly, in a moment of lost focus. Put back together...
Washed Clean Insignificant facts, thoughts not put in words, lies not told, held closely, unable to dispose. Where do they go? In hollow dark realms,...
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