LoC
There are lines, albeit thin ones that separate Love and hate Sanity and raving madness Bliss and deep sorrow. They span time, not...
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Colour spills inside my head
Colour spills inside my head
Busy finding a sponge to soak them all up...
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With Time, We mellow down, We look away, Swallow the words, Master the art Of pushing thoughts To the back of the mind. We splash...
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