Shallow words that echo beyond time;
thoughts poised in flight upon a blue monochrome wall,
converge with the early morning sun.
Eyes the depth of puddles try in vain
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this is almost like being inside a surreal painting. I liked the line: 'his empty heart runs through sun-lit corridors of paper souls.' What an incredible line.
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this is almost like being inside a surreal painting. I liked the line: 'his empty heart runs through sun-lit corridors of paper souls.' What an incredible line.