And of all the
unbearable silences
His felt most
like death
A withering vine
that died halfway
up a castle wall
unbearable silences
His felt most
like death
A withering vine
that died halfway
up a castle wall
Leaving for work, the skies dark and full of promising rain, I took a somber moment to avoid stepping on a dead baby bird in the middle of t...
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