nothing to say, ramblings.

Welcome dearests, to this land of surreal words that float in a river of yes, you guessed it more pathethic and putrid words that makes us believe they are beautiful. Well yes, ther eis not much to say, because my mind can only think of him! yes him, bloody him and his perfect ways, his softly careses like rose petals, his lips on mine, his kisses that drug me. I miss that perfect he, my rose thief!

*I remember*
what do you remember?
a moment
what moment?
a random one
why a random one?
because I just like to think
and where do memories go in the end?
to the salt of the sea!

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