you dip, you turn, you smudge,
but yet you seem still and desolate, vibrant colours from your reflection, smothered by the disease of life,
it injects itself into everyone but,
people know not of its presence;
you seem to be the only one.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC
you dip, you turn, you smudge,
but yet you seem still and desolate, vibrant colours from your reflection, smothered by the disease of life,
it injects itself into everyone but,
people know not of its presence;
you seem to be the only one.
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