SpaceA Poem by AnnaSpace is cold and empty like a winter's cemetery, stars are an illusion created by dreams and memory. The cosmos are full of this vast open nothing, and it terrifies me to know this hollow something; that you are patiently out there somewhere, waiting.
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StatsAuthorAnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
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