Oct 2014
the days stretch into weeks,
the weeks become months;
all the while
silence settles on me
just as dust settles on a grave.
loneliness and i make a cute couple.
the weeks become months;
all the while
silence settles on me
just as dust settles on a grave.
loneliness and i make a cute couple.
(poetic ambedo)
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