i hide underneath
no cold just warm. melancholy.
the kiss of star
cold starry night. melancholy.i walk on tightrope bridges
barefoot. melancholy.
the roaring wind
i don't mind. melancholy.falling again
it's okay. melancholy.
broken bones and ribcage
it's okay. melancholy.
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Unmuffled
Şiira collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens