Jul 2019
A forest,
intwined.
Of the blackest
black strands
And brown locks,
That weaved together
In sad white corridors
We stared
without fear.
intwined.
Of the blackest
black strands
And brown locks,
That weaved together
In sad white corridors
We stared
without fear.
(24/M/Earth)
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