the substance of past runs down through my scars
slicing with regrets, grief and loss;
bleeding with memories hooked on distant stars,
beautiful but faraway, meant to burn, and over time, get lost.
IA
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC
the substance of past runs down through my scars
slicing with regrets, grief and loss;
bleeding with memories hooked on distant stars,
beautiful but faraway, meant to burn, and over time, get lost.
IA
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