no it's not the end of my thought process, don't be fooled. it's much more than that; the smallest things in life are usually the most precious and this was a gift to me and to anyone else who felt alike. and until we meet again, alive or dead, keep the fire. let it burn and scorch you, keep you warm, don't let it consume your soul.
-b
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queued thoughts
Poetrymy lips shame of unspoken words. self-written with a sprinkle of inspiration here and there.
