The sun sets to the pile. A pale part of his smile. A quickstep to the glistening rays of grace; glamour brightening his face. Just another road to spin within the parameters of a dream; once used to be my whim.
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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~
