Feb 2016
We are crying into the
Echos of nothing,
Shattering things that
Were never whole.
Drink from your
Broken glass, my dear
And pray the shards
Don't cut.
Echos of nothing,
Shattering things that
Were never whole.
Drink from your
Broken glass, my dear
And pray the shards
Don't cut.
(Limbo)
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