5.12.21

700 words from 7 years old 'opus'

Nightmares of death and destruction - yup, my tongue didn't leave dwelling last night.

Even my lotus facing South - out there's my Sorceress' purple house.

Pea soup and family fracases, regretfully, is not invariably symphonic thing to boil within.

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