In my ink I open the library of my soul Write words to the song Neither lifeless not yet born From the lowest to the highest History beside us Until we wake into another dawn
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of dictionary.
Poetry is the first language of divinity.
If they don’t like you for being yourself, be yourself even more.
sometimes happy memories hurt the most
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