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Aiden

  • A Perfect Night

    Holding on to youLike I will never see you again.Never wanting toGo back to the way things have been.For every embrace we have sharedWe beheld a moment of bliss.Life melted ...

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read


The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening