Apr 2021
I watch the city burn
Through the vignette windows
Of tear-gassed souls.
And hell's fire ablaze
Between cracks of tears
Of childhood fears
Through the vignette windows
Of tear-gassed souls.
And hell's fire ablaze
Between cracks of tears
Of childhood fears
(18/M/On the roof under my bed.)
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