On this park bench, the woman was devouring silence. The night landed in the black of her eyeballs. So dark. The lines of her face combine the flowers of sadness
When the soft moonlight shone, his heart was still bruised without stopping
squeeze the deepest wound
her tears are like rain
Smashing, slashing a smile
Piercing, drowning hope
Lamongan, 2021
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 11:46 PM UTC
On this park bench, the woman was devouring silence. The night landed in the black of her eyeballs. So dark. The lines of her face combine the flowers of sadness
When the soft moonlight shone, his heart was still bruised without stopping
squeeze the deepest wound
her tears are like rain
Smashing, slashing a smile
Piercing, drowning hope
Lamongan, 2021
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