the winterlight shining through
white bright like the worst type of flu
Imagine soaring bak to earth falling heard preaching for words.
imagine a field of sorrow and emptyness. growing it's colors and finding it's way bak to reality, growing it's wings bak to haunt me.
The time for love and finding it. The time for being who you demolished
The time for being something you never where
Spring falls steady and then it just stops
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