Pale.
The day you left
my heart became deathly ill.
Waning moon.
All light retreated with you.
Shadows.
Im a fraction of self;
incomplete.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
Pale.
The day you left
my heart became deathly ill.
Waning moon.
All light retreated with you.
Shadows.
Im a fraction of self;
incomplete.
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