3 am in the morning
You serve the cup of tea,
That boasts the wilderness -
of mischief and sadness.
Fear crawls back
You made a shaft
to throw an arrow
That is used to break her body,
heart, and soul.
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 7:15 AM UTC
3 am in the morning
You serve the cup of tea,
That boasts the wilderness -
of mischief and sadness.
Fear crawls back
You made a shaft
to throw an arrow
That is used to break her body,
heart, and soul.
I'll regret it
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