Aug 2017
Dead inside, like a soft shell sun
drinking Lethe and ghosts
and frozen crumbs.
A polished gone.... where I used to be.
The Lack and the Fall
and the Irony.
drinking Lethe and ghosts
and frozen crumbs.
A polished gone.... where I used to be.
The Lack and the Fall
and the Irony.
(M/USA)
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