These words feel hollow
They barely shine through
a star with no luminescence on a cloudless night
Just so the clouds can pose to cry, and call it rainfall
Be careful what you ask for
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 2:49 PM UTC
These words feel hollow
They barely shine through
a star with no luminescence on a cloudless night
Just so the clouds can pose to cry, and call it rainfall
Be careful what you ask for
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