Sep 2020
Everything I touch dies
Everything I see fades away
Everything I smell chokes me
Everything I hear hurts me
Everything I love
.
.
.
doesn't exist.
Lately,
I've been alone.
Everything I see fades away
Everything I smell chokes me
Everything I hear hurts me
Everything I love
.
.
.
doesn't exist.
Lately,
I've been alone.
Off the cuff
(F/Somewhere in Africa)
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