Mar 19
This, a rarity.
A stolen seashell
From the treasury of chaos,
My solitude.
Fortune favors the bold.
I'll continue to hide
With my stolen treasure,
Until chaos comes to claim.
A stolen seashell
From the treasury of chaos,
My solitude.
Fortune favors the bold.
I'll continue to hide
With my stolen treasure,
Until chaos comes to claim.
My small moment of peace and quiet, so rare it feels wrong.
(31/M)
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