Jun 2018
In the dark of the night,
The secrets crawl
Out from their tombs.
Born into fright,
My heart calls
For the soul’s survival.
I want to tell you
It’s too dark at night.
The secrets crawl
Out from their tombs.
Born into fright,
My heart calls
For the soul’s survival.
I want to tell you
It’s too dark at night.
It's too dark at night...
(25/M/Santa Clara, CA)
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