Until the ink dries.
That's what I say.
Maybe those thoughts
Will
Float away.
Memories that are distant
Thoughts that
Sway.
Easily broken like
Fragile, freshly blown glass.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
Until the ink dries.
That's what I say.
Maybe those thoughts
Will
Float away.
Memories that are distant
Thoughts that
Sway.
Easily broken like
Fragile, freshly blown glass.
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