the day i found myself inside
the gentle graveyard of your eyes
i feel a certain sense of longing
for an analog state of mind
the rims around the windows dimmed
by grey clouds passing by
we serve to remind each other
why we chose to die
Aug 25, 2025
Aug 25, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC
the day i found myself inside
the gentle graveyard of your eyes
i feel a certain sense of longing
for an analog state of mind
the rims around the windows dimmed
by grey clouds passing by
we serve to remind each other
why we chose to die
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