The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
Away my dearest I can not see The night is almost gone If it is not seen It does not exist Or so I'm lead to believe So if I do not Watch you depart You'll still be here with me The rising sun Reveals the truth Alone again naturally
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