Sunray in Grey skies
- June 17, 2014, 10:01 p.m.
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- Public
I long for sunrays, across my outstretched body. My only childhood friend after the black and blue, solitude. The mind meeting the silence of my sleepy furry friend. A blank canvas, that found answers in the constellations. Brutality only met by confusion, the word illusive.
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