H.R #3 IN TOLD | A collection of the told and untold, the hidden and revealed, but everything - all this and everything else - written down in solemn words, in phrases, compiled and collected as poetry and prose.
fitting into a fragile piece of china; a delicate art.
and i hear slight cracks, a soft symphony, every time i invite you in, altering these intricate labyrinth designs, you find yourself easily slipping into my soul.
and when you leave, its like you left a storm, an easy escape, so i'll never find you, and the ease to stand upright again.
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