Apr 2019
A solitary figure,
once unfathomable,
appears through a haze
extending a warm hand
I just can't quite take yet.
I've stuck to my guns,
they've all but turned on me.
once unfathomable,
appears through a haze
extending a warm hand
I just can't quite take yet.
I've stuck to my guns,
they've all but turned on me.
(26/M)
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