The days go by anticipating darkness's embrace The nights await a light that never comes by.
As all days of the week morph into one,
Life has achieved a stillness, running love dry.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
The days go by anticipating darkness's embrace The nights await a light that never comes by.
As all days of the week morph into one,
Life has achieved a stillness, running love dry.
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