'Dreams and wishes
are like blood:
rippling in the veins,
nothing, but the proof of the mortal existence
washing away the ill-ventured sorrows.'
May I ask; what were you thinking when you wrote this?
Sweet.
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'Dreams and wishes are like blood: rippling in the veins, nothing, but the proof of the mortal existence washing away the ill-ventured sorrows.' May I ask; what were you thinking when you wrote this? Sweet.