The
night is a
cold murmur.
Our breaths heavy
dizzy sentences, can’t
make much of them. The
world is at a distance from the
coordinates of where we trudge to
slowly. Careful, one wrong step and we
spiral back to become places that don't exist anymore.
night is a
cold murmur.
Our breaths heavy
dizzy sentences, can’t
make much of them. The
world is at a distance from the
coordinates of where we trudge to
slowly. Careful, one wrong step and we
spiral back to become places that don't exist anymore.
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