like a soft lullaby, it's voice gently resounds in the dimly lit room.
can you hear it call your name?
can you feel it reach out to you?
reach your hands out
and listen with both ears
it aches for your well-being.
discord, may 2 2021.
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Old Snips (a collection of old writing)
RandomThis is just an old collection of writing I did from way back when. Putting them up here mainly for archival purposes. Feel free to gawk, feel free to stare. 🌥
