Smear, trickle, tumble
The smell of iron from the red
Ties our senses together
Oh how I wonder where his mind went
For his eyes were shadowed
And his face was someone else
Yet, he started to cry a faceless cry
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
Smear, trickle, tumble
The smell of iron from the red
Ties our senses together
Oh how I wonder where his mind went
For his eyes were shadowed
And his face was someone else
Yet, he started to cry a faceless cry
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