Dust This is quite unknown the groan was soft it barely registered. In that maelstrom that came in the spring that whispered love. You were grown and walked alone. Could it be that as a dreamer you understood the way into a dream. Across a thousand thoughts a bower was set. Neither in day or night... Sign in to see full entry.
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