by loh pei yi
You sense the steady drumbeats of the first drops of rainfall that swiftly hurtle from the sky through the tactile receptors on your skin, from your cosy little home under a tree log.
write something worth reading.
by loh pei yi
You sense the steady drumbeats of the first drops of rainfall that swiftly hurtle from the sky through the tactile receptors on your skin, from your cosy little home under a tree log.
by hannah ang
I never write with fullstops
I never know where to place them
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