I Still Get Butterflies When
Our eyes meet. Little glimpses of you always made my day. I notice how my ears listen to the lectures,...
I Still Get Butterflies When
Our eyes meet. Little glimpses of you always made my day. I notice how my ears listen to the lectures...
Moonbearer
The moon bid me farewell, while the waves crashed beside me. Pouring out the anxiety as I scream and yell,...
About the Cover
Sirens are silenced, filths forgotten
The roads once thrived have reverted
The young ones are haunted
By the crimes the past has painted
The Pearl of the Orient, corrupted
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