A pair of red lips set against the gray sky
Blue worn eyes lazily drift across a familiar room
Golden hair ripples like water down her sholders
Pale white skin shines in the light
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Your never in the now Journal
Hello this is winTer.berrie. I like to eat ramen, and rock wall climb. I like to write fictional stories. My journal is about if there is a now. There is always is a befor and after, but never a now. please comment.
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