LiFe Is ThE aRt Of DrAwInG wItHoUt An ErAsEr
If you can't be a poet then become the poetry.
Saturday
When shadows grow longer
Because everything's blind in the sleep of the lonely - take a look towards the forest and you will meet your insignificance.
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