I fell in art, the master of courage
Behold! It is beauty which stands before thee
Here; his heart agape so eloquently
In perfect nothings,
In you In Which I see what makes me, be.
Without trying
My incentive to higher cognizance
I die yet Nobody cares anymore
you are born. Nobody cares
But love existed in short spurts
But love made it worth while it ever lasted.
x infinity
∞
About Me
- WE SL EY PA CL EB
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