So as the miles run
And the sun continues to place
Light-bright-like highlights
In your hair,
I wonder where
You’ve gone
And wish I was there
Too
Monday, March 10
...and you are GONE.
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Welcome, Ghosts!
the me
- Psychotic Philosopher
- Turning some dust-covered gears and animating my fingers to write, write, and write. It is through this writing that you and I can grasp up to the heavens of our own design, and sit for a while, enjoying the gentle passage of time, like two idle lovers caught up in the healthy currents of life.)
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You are like a more emo version of *famousopoetsnamehere* xD
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