Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

My Little Black Book

C'est Tout from Moi @ 12:52 PM
Oh no, I spent $$ again...went to Popular to get a pen but end up...getting my first little black book and dozen of other colourful pens...another indulgence of my writing materials...am going to start my very first scrap book =)

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