In the Gathering Dust, a Poem

It’s all because of FATE, that we were able to, find one another, translated… In the Endless Space & Time Everyone is Only Specks of Dusts Nothing More like this??? Not my art… I am a Speck of Dust Light as the Pollens With My Fate With the Wind Gotten onto Your Shirt not my […]

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