At your slightest touch,
I crumble.
Into this hollow shell;
dry inside
Empty of tears which once flowed:
drowning those around,
leaving this island
alone and dead
At your slightest touch, I crumble. Into this hollow shell; dry inside Empty of tears which once flowed: drowning those around, leaving this island alone and dead |
Devious Comments
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when will children learn to let their wildernesses burn?
and love will be new, never cold and vacant.
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