fly
soaring through clouds
lightness
air
stuff of dreams
eyes close
body rests
still
frozen
six feet below
behold—
an ascension of the soul.
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soaring through clouds
lightness
air
stuff of dreams
eyes close
body rests
still
frozen
six feet below
behold—
an ascension of the soul.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top