Life and death,
Are tightly bound,
Like a flashbulb going off.
Black rain fell,
Clashing with
Smoke and fire.
"You cannot escape,"
She told me.
"Even here,
Only a few people
Are not broken."
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
Life and death,
Are tightly bound,
Like a flashbulb going off.
Black rain fell,
Clashing with
Smoke and fire.
"You cannot escape,"
She told me.
"Even here,
Only a few people
Are not broken."
are you
broken, too?
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