Colder is the air now that the sun has receded behind clouds of despair and feelings not needed.
Filtering floods of salt covered droplets fill my emptiness exasperated I plead to stop this.
Noises they are screaming, Pleading and reeling never receding but always kneeling.
Praying and hoping for the day to be sowing the seeds of my emotions in the sun once again.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
Colder is the air now that the sun has receded behind clouds of despair and feelings not needed.
Filtering floods of salt covered droplets fill my emptiness exasperated I plead to stop this.
Noises they are screaming, Pleading and reeling never receding but always kneeling.
Praying and hoping for the day to be sowing the seeds of my emotions in the sun once again.
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