Mar 2020
The fleeting moments
Where we both converge as one,
I could not go as high as we’re meant
For I be burned if I reach too close to the sun.
Where we both converge as one,
I could not go as high as we’re meant
For I be burned if I reach too close to the sun.
March 19, 2020
(21/F)
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