I've let you in— there's no turning back.
Thread softly now, we don't want to shatter the illusions.
Yet.
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YOU ARE READING
Window pain
PoetryThis book is but a humble attempt at encapsulating life and all its flavours. It is an ode to the sad days and melancholy nights. For grief that stays alive even after years have passed. Musings of longings and dreams of escape. And a protest agai...
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I've let you in— there's no turning back.
Thread softly now, we don't want to shatter the illusions.
Yet.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
