Hues of pink Colour the afternoon sky. Oh! What a pretty sight! As pretty as The dreams she weaved. She saw herself Waltzing under the starlit sky, Matching his every step. Side by side, Hand[…]
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Hues of pink Colour the afternoon sky. Oh! What a pretty sight! As pretty as The dreams she weaved. She saw herself Waltzing under the starlit sky, Matching his every step. Side by side, Hand[…]
“So, I’ve decided to pack up and leave. I’m leaving for Mars.” That’s what he said. But that’s not what he meant. This was no mission to Mars. Sadly, it was suicide. What puzzles me[…]