NINETEEN
it was uncertainty
that painted his eyes;
almost like a feather
floating over the flames-
delicate and obsolete
oh, to be obliterated
by such calm sorrow
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it was uncertainty
that painted his eyes;
almost like a feather
floating over the flames-
delicate and obsolete
oh, to be obliterated
by such calm sorrow
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top