No context or meanings, just words rhyming from broken verses and phrased crumbs known as tidbits..
Sneak peek of my entangled chaos of writings, rants, short stories and dreary imagination..
Schedule:
Updates after 10 days
20.6.24
Tidbits: Lucid
Spacial bit
A vision of solace, They whispered, "This is your ground. Untouched and off limits. Flourish it, cherish it or waste it. Do whatever you want. When the door of your mind closes, you'll find yourself here. Once you're ready, you'll only reminisce it."
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Thxx for leaving ur traces on this virtual trail👣🐾..
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Thxx for leaving ur traces on this virtual trail👣🐾..