One of the rules is that you shouldn't touch things that shouldn't be in here. What a shame.
I haven't read a book in a while, and this one looks like poetry.
I think I can smell something from this window.
Phrog <3
“Love is paying a visit to your grandma and coming home with enough delicious treats to last for the rest of your tadpolehood.” — Liber Vermis
There are no stars in the endless sky above our heads.
They were eaten long ago.
They say there is sky somewhere.
I hope I'll be able to see it with my own eyes once.
It's... So calm
Like in the eye of the storm.
This time of year again
distant memories, dreams of buildings and trees from past and future alike, wandering around empty streets, looking at the shadows.
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