lost words, restored.
A beautiful place I would find…
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My tears; a spectacle, Entertainment to be consumed…
I hear my lion scratching inside of his cage…
Tell me who I am I ask the bundle of papers sitting in my drawer…
Listening to myself speak, every voice I hear is different…
The little home was so simple when it first came to be…
Dimmer every day and bleaker still, the seasons slow to change…
One day I’ll open the chapter And read you the page…
Wait! Don’t take your shadow away…
On a day when his eyes were glossy filled with a dazzling hue, he asked me to check out his new perfume…