Juliett Seeking
Juliet Seeking Where I am is quiet most days, there are those who visit daily; rarely any one who stays. My bell rings on its own, as the wind dictates, or as the storm rages and shakes. My prison is stifling above all else, dreams for us long since tattered oh, how stupid I felt, nothing now mattered. I heard the sound of your footsteps, frantically searching among the places where I and…
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