-𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥- | two sessions
Days passed to remain here
Minutes ticked by—fatigue
Rain sprinkled, dew glistened
What have we found—except fear?
Moonlight
Where have I seen you last?
Daylight
Are you still there in the dust?
Streetlight
Will you guide my way back home?
Lamplight
Will you be the one to end my roam?
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