Go silently into the house of love. Listen to the dumb and ignorant, for they to have there stories to tell. And like gifts, laid by the angels of December, are the feelings of man. But be yourself, and do not feign the affection of others. For love, is as perennial as the grass.
Reason for writing:
Inspired by life. The people in it, and all our branching emotions that break through our walls.Birth sign: Leo
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