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In the dead of night, beneath a moon's pale glow
I dig with trembling hands where memories grow.
18 hours 39 min ago
The Breeze
The breeze blows over
The trees tremble with terror
The grass sways softly
1 day 1 hour ago
The Breeze
The breeze blows over
The trees tremble with terror
The grass sways softly
1 day 1 hour ago
The Breeze
The breeze blows over
The trees tremble with terror
The grass sways softly
1 day 1 hour ago
my room always has LED lights that are red.
something about the red gives me comfort.
1 day 13 hours ago