Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

The clouds have paused, and the moon seems tired…

(warning: very long post ahead.read at your own leisure and risk) So i cannot sleep at one in the night, and do not want to study. And slightly high on three stiff shots of Vodka, listening to soft music reminds me of an old idea I had of writing about the songs I love. And [...]

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