The oversight forgets, as the leaves upon trunk.
The rain humidifies I have a meal when I cry dead calm.
Home: I give melancholy.
Room: of alloyed grief.
Tender the silence airs soft shouts and whines.
I die to want to live.
You open me the veins and I bleed internal. Another time...
Home: I give melancholy.
Room: of alloyed grief.
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