The world occluded by blinds Is a prison of faded colours: Sky, rooftops, and nothing else. But I have a secret. A little one, And yet it is mine, and that Makes all the difference: Ready? I can open them anytime I want to.
hahahah, quite a nice little poem here. I like how it opens up, telling some dark secret that may be really juicy or so secretive that it should never be utter. However, that isn't the case, and it's just something silly. =P
hahahah, quite a nice little poem here. I like how it opens up, telling some dark secret that may be really juicy or so secretive that it should never be utter. However, that isn't the case, and it's just something silly. =P
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