Everything I have penned...
In the scattered hues of melancholy,
I find my sense of unused judgement,
I look at memories with perspective,
And see meaning in broken epiphanies...
Monday, 30 December 2013
She had smiles for breakfast, and twinkles for lunch. She
searched for rainbows and fairies and roasted them for dinner. All things nice
and everything magic was what she craved. So she ate them all. She ate them
whole. She ate them pretty.
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