Tag: Art
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Summer’s Rival
The wind so strong and determined it could blow off all evidences of a beautiful summer, wipe off all memories of you and me where sun spilled honey on our smiling, genuinely happy faces.
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Before the Storm
I tiptoe out the door but i know it in my soul I’m my own prisoner, I’m not going anywhere even if I already have my deathly answer.
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I Don’t
The welcome I yearned the most— you still are home but sometimes I wish I never belonged to anyone but my own.
Stellar Scripts 