Star Crossed, A Sky Blue
What is it all really The slipping time that grips to my dying breathe Faded in a transit lie Like all among the heavens and beneath it Forgotten tears and lonesome memories Are not so painful any more, More so pitiful if not anything else For daily do I forget who I am Yet what sits true, in this be stilled tragedy, is that I care not to remember Whereas, who knows the voices of those once loved Or of […]
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