A Solid FaithA Poem by PerditionIf I neglect, or for some sour cause make flint of tomorrow, then let it be. Never turn in emotion from what reams in our flight . This is but a place where all collide on carousels and all drink up hope on laptop beads. You are the redemption and I...I am merely the fate~ © 2017 Perdition |
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Added on August 10, 2017 Last Updated on August 16, 2017 |