Don't ask what you can do for the world, for the world is lost in itself. Don't ask what the world can do for you, for the world is lost in itself.
It's not about the love anymore.
It's not about the war.
It's not about the forgotten.
It's not about the ones we keep.
It's about you and me.
And a million stars in the heavens burst out suddenly lighting up a starless night.
Like the kiss of a troubadours lips that leave you aching for more
You will remember me for always.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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