Blotting words at the expense of gathering them from the stern edges, from the tableaux of expression, redefining the influx of their essence of reality.
Drinking from the geyser of truth; how lucky it is to be able to express precisely what's happening. You turn to your belief in literature, the conundrum of it is mysterious sometimes, and it shows and hides. It's in your mind one minute and out the next.
Hace 1 semana
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