Loneliness clings to my gaunt frame,
like an invisible mourning veil
that threatens to smother me
in my slumber.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 7:55 AM UTC
Loneliness clings to my gaunt frame,
like an invisible mourning veil
that threatens to smother me
in my slumber.
I am afraid to close my eyes.
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