it wasn't black nor white
it was a set of spinning colors
and dancing lights
that became my escape
and for the first time
i had control over my own peace.
May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 5:45 AM UTC
it wasn't black nor white
it was a set of spinning colors
and dancing lights
that became my escape
and for the first time
i had control over my own peace.
drunken nights
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