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In the dead of night, beneath a moon's pale glow
I dig with trembling hands where memories grow.
4 months 2 weeks ago
The Breeze
The breeze blows over
The trees tremble with terror
The grass sways softly
4 months 2 weeks ago
The Breeze
The breeze blows over
The trees tremble with terror
The grass sways softly
4 months 2 weeks ago
The Breeze
The breeze blows over
The trees tremble with terror
The grass sways softly
4 months 2 weeks ago
my room always has LED lights that are red.
something about the red gives me comfort.
4 months 2 weeks ago