to
conquer
is like flying
in the gold, hued clouds
and to
burn
is like a gaping black pit
where your golden soul
once was
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
to
conquer
is like flying
in the gold, hued clouds
and to
burn
is like a gaping black pit
where your golden soul
once was
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