Sands of Time

Hands of time struck in line mind wonder, will you ever be mine? Rofous nightingale your voice it seems, "Hello", heart's fly "Goodbye", heart's sigh worry not, I won't pry. Hark! Heart palpitating skipping in an abnormal beat, pyrosis, serotonin and dopamine so low, into entropy, unusual flow. In an ocean, waves of thought. Left... Continue Reading →

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