A forest,
intwined.
Of the blackest
black strands
And brown locks,
That weaved together
In sad white corridors
We stared
without fear.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
A forest,
intwined.
Of the blackest
black strands
And brown locks,
That weaved together
In sad white corridors
We stared
without fear.
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