if I told you I died 5 times today,
would you believe me?
now,
in the horizon there,
my passion hangs on
a weak branch
stained of copper.
oh,
so timeless is the upset of ruin...
feeding the crows who leave
their feathers upon me,
making me black...
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC
if I told you I died 5 times today,
would you believe me?
now,
in the horizon there,
my passion hangs on
a weak branch
stained of copper.
oh,
so timeless is the upset of ruin...
feeding the crows who leave
their feathers upon me,
making me black...
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