To try to sing when all your rhythms are loneliness and decaying forests.
To try to speak when all your words are fragility and pungent mires.
To try to write when all your rhymes are complacency and murky waters.
To try to get those thoughts out when all your mind can shelter are words without rhyme or rhythm...
To try...
Jun 29, 2024
Jun 29, 2024 at 12:55 PM UTC
To try to sing when all your rhythms are loneliness and decaying forests.
To try to speak when all your words are fragility and pungent mires.
To try to write when all your rhymes are complacency and murky waters.
To try to get those thoughts out when all your mind can shelter are words without rhyme or rhythm...
To try...
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