wet
my
pane
with
your
pain
for
my
Armageddon
has
past
and
i,
like
you,
oh
rain,
has
seen
it
come
to
its
last.
⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎
wrote this when i recovered
YOU ARE READING
{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )
Poetryshe had hoped to know who she was when blowing out her seventeen candles Ⓒ 2017, shoobari. All Rights Reserved sigh, ok : #26 [ 06 | 29 | 17 ]
