I am the thought that refuses to fade away.
Holding a handful and a halfof happinessbetween the frail palms of my hands,Like grief, faint yet presentin the unrefined melody of my being.
Cool. I will have you as my official translator. :)
Holding a handful and a half
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between the frail palms of my hands,
Like grief, faint yet present
in the unrefined melody of my being.
Cool. I will have you as my official translator. :)
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