8 january 2024
Raw Dreams
Everyone would
wait for the death. It should be
beautiful. No rider.
An unspoken word
simmers in eyes for last
kiss of golden sun.
You want to move
away from yourself to reach
end of your pain.
8 january 2024
Everyone would
wait for the death. It should be
beautiful. No rider.
An unspoken word
simmers in eyes for last
kiss of golden sun.
You want to move
away from yourself to reach
end of your pain.
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