Feb 2020
It looked at me
Bearing heavy disease,
And limped away.
Like how the saddest droplet of hot wax
Crawls from a white flames strange beauty
Falling to a shadow
Where it cools, sadder still.
Bearing heavy disease,
And limped away.
Like how the saddest droplet of hot wax
Crawls from a white flames strange beauty
Falling to a shadow
Where it cools, sadder still.
(18/M)
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