Back Then
i know you
when we met
for the longest of times
in the smallest of moments
i will never be rid of what was
and that is my penance
posted by Iudex Yasha at 2:03 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
i know you
when we met
for the longest of times
in the smallest of moments
i will never be rid of what was
and that is my penance
posted by Iudex Yasha at 2:03 PM
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