I throw my heart upon love’s strong stone
So it may break upon it’s own
For my love you treated like simple dust
While my soul begins to rust
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
there was a little cat of the furry sort and he used to dream he was an astronaut climbing in his rocket heading to the stars landing down...
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