we drink tea
as the wind howls
outside our
newly boarded doors
preparing for
the apocalypse
we've done this
too many times before
there's something intimate
in the way you linger
my spirit becomes
unmoored
this path we're taking
is treacherous
but i somehow
i still want more
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
