constantly shutting
down, door, ear
nothing seemed to hear
or should it even matter
if the glasses were already shattered
from the soft whispher of the wound
good for nothing
everything between and beyond
the solitude i died creating.
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Aléatoirea compilation of written work that lacks firmness, and instead, is full of sudden changes. genre: random // english
