toes
in
cold
wet
sparkling
grass
stars
are
gleaming
in
the
sky
the
water
swallows
up
the
streets
but
my
heart
soars
with
the
butterflies
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
