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Poor scarlet waves born to die already. Wearing their mother’s robe On their fragile body. Why do we rush to our ends, hitting the things unsteady? There is some grief in ends, I know.. But maybe there is rhapsody.
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Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
Ends
Poor scarlet waves born to die already. Wearing their mother’s robe On their fragile body. Why do we rush to our ends, hitting the things unsteady? There is some grief in ends, I know.. But maybe there is rhapsody.
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Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
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