Jun 2019
sought solace for a high
running laps round infinity rings
it’s irony to chase after peace
a hazy face to lean towards
motion blur
let a unhinged heart cease.
running laps round infinity rings
it’s irony to chase after peace
a hazy face to lean towards
motion blur
let a unhinged heart cease.
(24/M/London)
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