I miss the burger and the fries soaked in cappuccino
All I have here are the melting chocolates to cure my melancholia
Do I look morbid like a wolfgirl out in the woods?
The fullmoon is far, meantime, I’ll sleep.
Just random thoughts from a stellar hermit who has a penchant for good books, loud music, and strong coffee.
Soliloquies
Views from my so-called life
Wherever, whatever....
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