Reyu

Your eyes are bland. Like glass from sand. An overindulging temperance, a wicked thought of prudence. A virtue all the same. Patience as time drags on, my greatest quality is ...

I will unleash my soul. Letting my fingers type freely, without much thought at all. It pains me to understand completely. Knowing that it could never be, when I have ...

Published in the first YWS whatchamacallit

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Editing. Will be a three parter.

I may never bring you flowers, I rather grow them for you. Any ones you like all I want is your delight. That smile that has conquered me, more surely ...