Jan 2019
Life and death,
Are tightly bound,
Like a flashbulb going off.
Black rain fell,
Clashing with
Smoke and fire.
"You cannot escape,"
She told me.
"Even here,
Only a few people
Are not broken."
Are tightly bound,
Like a flashbulb going off.
Black rain fell,
Clashing with
Smoke and fire.
"You cannot escape,"
She told me.
"Even here,
Only a few people
Are not broken."
are you
broken, too?
broken, too?
