Apr 2019
The characters I have sired over the years,
Are layers of a ground that still isn't mine
Time runs,
Rupturing the shells as the days crumble.
And I stumble,
over and over,
over myself
Are layers of a ground that still isn't mine
Time runs,
Rupturing the shells as the days crumble.
And I stumble,
over and over,
over myself
