Jun 2021
The virtuous voice
of father time
is singing
bittersweet lullabies
that I don't
even recognize.
My ears ring,
and I squinch up my face
in revulsion.
of father time
is singing
bittersweet lullabies
that I don't
even recognize.
My ears ring,
and I squinch up my face
in revulsion.
(30/M)
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