Jan 11
Beneath the weight of infinite skies,
her eyes, two wells of drowning sighs.
A tear, like a wounded star, descends,
tracing the map where sorrow bends,
and love, unspoken, forever ends.
her eyes, two wells of drowning sighs.
A tear, like a wounded star, descends,
tracing the map where sorrow bends,
and love, unspoken, forever ends.
Been up all night and am in no mood for social interaction today.
(F/Purgatorju)
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