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I'm falling deeply into an endless emotional abyss. Each stroke of your fingertips deepens the sinking of my heart Creating space through times where all that we are, is nothing but distance.
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 3:03 AM UTC
The room was solid red
I'm falling deeply into an endless emotional abyss. Each stroke of your fingertips deepens the sinking of my heart Creating space through times where all that we are, is nothing but distance.
Nadasyafira
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 3:03 AM UTC
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