besieged by the sky,
my lungs have already burst.
never found the words.
i still drift nowhere,
first to find out I'm alone;
I would hate to hide.
the smell of honey
and lavender paints the walls
of mornings lost to...
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
besieged by the sky,
my lungs have already burst.
never found the words.
i still drift nowhere,
first to find out I'm alone;
I would hate to hide.
the smell of honey
and lavender paints the walls
of mornings lost to...
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