ART DUMP ◇w◇
This was for Dark :3
If ya can't read the poem it says:
Every thing I say
Comes right back to my ear
Hearing words bouncing off
Of an empty atmosphere
Enigmas in the wind
Can't anybody hear?
Hello, is anybody there?
Or are my words just unclear?
Each sound returning....
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Ye! I found that poem and I thought it fit willow cause if the echo flowers-
Probably not but eh!
Bai! XD
Pepe! Out!
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