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It was winter, Her frame was hidden by a green overcoat. The sky shown an ominous hue as the bright sun had missed its check in, although I wis..

Dew lay on strands. As dirt sets atop concrete. A windmill blows in the distance,Round and round.Spinning in constant inseparable loops.

Are you broken? I ask with soft admiration. Are you lost roaming through a slanted abyss titled against the grain? My road is ba..

When I awoke my eyes set gaze upon a canvas stained with ink and memory, coated with hints of rebellion. It was quiet. Not a single..

You came to me in a dream under haze of curiosity and meaning. You were dressed all in white, which I agree was peculiar. Fear ..

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