Only these walls have seen my blood. . . only these walls.
-years ago, one late night
YOU ARE READING
My Only Language is Words
Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
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Only these walls have seen my blood. . . only these walls.
-years ago, one late night