Oct 2019
Autumn again,
as expected.
The old are gone,
and now their hubris burns
on our youthful years.
The weight of spring is light.
One day, we'll remember it
and share a laugh.
as expected.
The old are gone,
and now their hubris burns
on our youthful years.
The weight of spring is light.
One day, we'll remember it
and share a laugh.
(27/Cisgender Male/Portugal)
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