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DarkShanne

  • Sleepless

    The room, oak planks form walls and the ceiling Deep violet planks, the imperfections morph in the most disturbing of ways into blinking monstrous eyes Following you every movement A ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic · Other
    3 min read


“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -
— Emily Dickinson