Smoke (Yes, I Wrote Another Cinquain)
Silent,
Liquified pain
Becomes real in a breath.
We cling to innocence as I
Bleed out.
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Silent,
Liquified pain
Becomes real in a breath.
We cling to innocence as I
Bleed out.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro