Aug 2018
I don't dance, I don't write,
not anymore
All the pages,
of beauty and time,
rustle and scream,
as they
just fall,
to the
floor~A
not anymore
All the pages,
of beauty and time,
rustle and scream,
as they
just fall,
to the
floor~A
(UnReality)
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