See the moon above you
Casting the remotest isolation
Which the drizzle is mocking with its infinity
Such suffocation you wish could fled
Your heart is an ***** of fire that longing to be set
The walking deads are boarding the coffin one after another
However landing like born once again
Would there be another silhouette of you
On the riverbank and beneath the shining moon
2017.1.13
EZ
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
See the moon above you
Casting the remotest isolation
Which the drizzle is mocking with its infinity
Such suffocation you wish could fled
Your heart is an ***** of fire that longing to be set
The walking deads are boarding the coffin one after another
However landing like born once again
Would there be another silhouette of you
On the riverbank and beneath the shining moon
2017.1.13
EZ
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