Eyes wide open in a dark room in the middle of the night, inspect the ceiling.
A soft wind comes from the half-open window and moves the hair and makes the foot withdraw under the white blanket while in the air, a whirlwind of cinnamon, ginger and amber wrap up feelings, emotions and thoughts.
Like a waves of rough water smash against the barbed rocks, my inner side pulsates to come out and to le...
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