• scribbling_symphony 9w

    I was as alone as a standing lamppost In the dark streets, Held by the delicate strings of the cobweb,
    As worthless as the fallen dry leaf in the autumn. And then you picked me up, tugged me in your diary. And there I stayed between those pages which were inked with your softness and love, Blooming in the spring of your solace Forever and ever!



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