Unbearable noise of crashing fringes
against the fist of a broken movement
that's what you are singing
for me
my dawn
today
that's what you are singing for me
my dawn
today
Nothing more than a chilling sound
while I climb up the hill ,
that's just a simple sidelining
to my scratching at the hard profile
of the cruelest of dealings
today.
today.
today.
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