Catastrophic soul within the core of life. Centered and blessed with our holly call to our savior. Molded and modified; bent with our thoughts. The crippled chuncks of ashes freeze inside the sad soul. It flies and falls in the ocean leaving us clueless.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
