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Handmade27 may 2024
No Complaints
Moon was looking
in my eyes. Time to sink my
ship coming apart.
Sunset was visible.
Don't want to give a chance
to write off pen.
Ironic. Shifting
away from peace. Why turn
to black hole?
27 may 2024
Moon was looking
in my eyes. Time to sink my
ship coming apart.
Sunset was visible.
Don't want to give a chance
to write off pen.
Ironic. Shifting
away from peace. Why turn
to black hole?