Patterns on our soul

Wandering in a time of danger. Leaves me shaking. My cheeks all rosy red. Winter, creeping into my eyes like tears. But inside, it’s all warm. All still wet. Gushing a crimson love that is full of elation. Utopic movements cloaked in everyday actions. A sideways look to you. Words pulled from my mouth like […]

Patterns on our soul

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