We will be claimed
named
framed by the windows
in time,
it all comes to him
that waits,
the red eyes are fine by me
but don't cry indefinitely,
a pointless exercise
when everyone dies
feed the memories
they live forever.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
We will be claimed
named
framed by the windows
in time,
it all comes to him
that waits,
the red eyes are fine by me
but don't cry indefinitely,
a pointless exercise
when everyone dies
feed the memories
they live forever.
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