when i was a child, i thought that love would burnlike an eternal flame that charredeverything it lay its fingers on, leavingnothing but the grey snow and the rubblea fleeting display of utmost glory snuffedout like a cigarette when i was a child, i fell in love with the seawith the cobalt froth that formedaround me in a dizzying hazewith the calm brought by the taste of … [Read more...] about Reflections Of The Small Hours, By: Arlin Mudju
Arlin Mudju
About Arlin Mudju
Amateur poet, music fan, lover of cats.
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