• Drowning, am i?
• Drowning, am i?
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black water bitter, sharp and scathing along my fragile, blushing lips red with a forgotten memory of distant souls an ocean, enraged mourning her losses luminescence between revolving nightfalls a melody coiled into a seeping clockwork ripping edges parallel to the lives of two beating in a rhythm glorious as one • Drowning, am I? |
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