I was always fascinated by the music that you taught me.
It was the most chaotic, forlorn, yet beautiful tune I have ever heard.
And you told me about the lyrics that comfort you the most- the ones you wish you have written.
You told me once that there was beauty in even the most f^cked up places.
There was hope beneath every forsaken tune.
There is a treasure in every shipwreck.
There was compassion underneath the hatred.
There was me under every you.
And you wish you have written about everything but me.
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Trinkets
PoésieIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
