OPUS Read Count : 3

Category : Poems

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Black skys filled with empty stars, citrus grass and mint air a face of the deep father than heavans distance orbal lights rising out of the teal grass, a place out of the existence far off into a sea of dreams and memories... And the fire of imagination burning the line between dreams and reality, for your heart is lying in the same place and your mind moving a million miles away.

How I long to reach opus.

 -LoSt cHilD


  • Jan 30, 2019

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    Jan 31, 2019

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