Clouds Afire Sheilding me from It's hot persecution. Enclosing me into The coolness Of it's doubt. Squinting For that glimmer Of inspiration. Covering eyes With a guilty hand From the obscurity Which is pure.
Reason for writing:
Just a thought...Birth sign: Not entered
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