I don’t know what was going on with the light, but it made it look like the flower was glowing! Unedited
I don’t know what was going on with the light, but it made it look like the flower was glowing! Unedited
The storm has arrived;
It’s breath steals mine
And makes
the wind shriek
The storm has arrived;
It smothers my warmth
And makes
The fires die
If we can't be one, then we are none.
If everything is different, then everything's the same.
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