If I could write and bare my soul, what would it be?
What would I say?
The truth is a listless wonder, and nothing more than the air I breathe and the steps I take..
It wasn’t you.When I turned my eyes to gaze arise the moonlit rooftop lights of milky after dew, but it wasn’t youthat kept my glare ablaze amongst the single tiered steps of an alpha topia. It wasn’t you, my darling, it wasn’t you…
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