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Valecakeb0O

  • House Of Dreams

    I Open the door & i see everything.Those horrible nightmares & degrating futures.A thousand bullets & injured throbing hearts.Scattered rose petals ,Dead memories everywhere.& Death knocking on every

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read


Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.
— George Eliot