Sep 2020
Light devoid, no silver-hued moon,
Shadows claim my soul too soon.
With silence strong, I’m left alone,
With aching bones and heart forlorn.
The cold seeps in, an evil embrace,
My only warmth: his face.
His face.
Shadows claim my soul too soon.
With silence strong, I’m left alone,
With aching bones and heart forlorn.
The cold seeps in, an evil embrace,
My only warmth: his face.
His face.
(18/F/In my own little world)
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