Oct 2019
My essence wilts
In
this cruel cold
enduring truth:
That
all must gray
though sorrow screams
This
I whisper here too
sun’s healing warmth
will
always stay
In
this cruel cold
enduring truth:
That
all must gray
though sorrow screams
This
I whisper here too
sun’s healing warmth
will
always stay
(21/Non-binary)
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