I could write you a thousand lovely things
On the soft whiteness in front of me.
Promises of eternity
Abound in empty paper.
They stare with bright black eyes,
Heads peaking around
The page's edge,
Watching me
As I
Dream.
On the soft whiteness in front of me.
Promises of eternity
Abound in empty paper.
They stare with bright black eyes,
Heads peaking around
The page's edge,
Watching me
As I
Dream.




MidnightSeeker
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