His darkness is so over powering his secret are his treasures hiding behind the moment and the feeling the real world will never understand. Watching his steps and the shadows that follows. Finding his roots soft and no proof no guard no understanding of time and what will happen at his reveal. It's so shocking they know you and they want to know you but the you they want to know might not be the true blue so shading your pigment become the blight of you the right and the deep depths of your formality becomes the sound everyone knows and that's curiosity. Corpses all over and the skeletons lark in the shadows.
The hurting the quite feeling that's takes you. Let you wonder who's the does and the goes. Fight the demons that's becomes your ghosts faceless tales that was always told.
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Tales of Leole
PoetryTales of the bright and wonder of a romantic and morning life. from different stories brought to life by the one and only Leole.
