PresentA Poem by jwenjwensomething that turned out quite different than hoped.
You'll find her in your deepest sorrow,
You'll find her in your ugliest mess, You'll find her in your dreadful state, She's built a castle around your feet, Where nights grow dark and gory, Birds in sight fly swift and wearily, Your breath consumes more dust and finally, Your days numbered, grow molds and end.
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StatsAuthorjwenjwennew delhi, IndiaAboutwell well.. here's one again.. i don't know why my brain stops working when i'm asked to write or say something about myself. the only things that come to mind are *music *art *writing im an archi.. more..Writing
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