Words
Where is the sun setting now?
The wind that ruffles your hair, is it blowing?
Never again under the stone portal
Hearts won't beat like that.
The wind will seek your hair.
and all our words will remain just words
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falcon_mn (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2023 17:40
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Words are both life, and death.
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