prose
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My eyes gaze east, towards the gray skies Where celestial gold peeks through billows Maybe I’m not so alone in the gray world
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Serenity is the mind’s current resident. Frustration, you shall not be a roommate.
My eyes gaze east, towards the gray skies Where celestial gold peeks through billows Maybe I’m not so alone in the gray world
Serenity is the mind’s current resident. Frustration, you shall not be a roommate.
DavidSpeaks 