Dreaming of distant skies, thirsting to roam and wander, dying silently inside.
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Stories by screptid
Eight Billion (and more poetry)
His hands cradle his face.
Yearning to be alive,
Yearning to be alive,
"Wrap me close, won't you?&quo...