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Sep 8 · 202
Glide
In my silken sleep, I ponder when will I become colourless like the wind so I can too glide.
Sep 8 · 31
Lost Light
Love has eluded me
The paltry empathy I rationed to my ruminant star
I was notified should be dispersed
I can't radiate a light
Maybe it's time to shade another sky.

— The End —