ㅤㅤ 02;00 ... She folded her grief into lullabies, and let the silence ii – ink: devour every stanza she never wrote
faintly gold, mostly ash.
you wonder if the moon still believes
in being watched.
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ㅤㅤ 02;00 ... She folded her grief into lullabies, and let the silence ii – ink: devour every stanza she never wrote right away.