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Nov 2021
Unblemished.

A darkened cave, and the waterfall runs cold through my hair.
The silence is numbing,
Yet the numbness is welcome.

The void, a retreat.

A memory.
Noise. Colors bursting, ravaging the conscious.
Beauty, yet its brightness is overwhelming.

The blackness is relieving.


03.11.2021
Written by
Jermon  16/M/Cryptus
(16/M/Cryptus)   
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