Was it frayed friendships?
In the dark rooms of life,
Dragging me,
Or,
Against the undead.
Was it longing,
Or,
Was it a loss of will?
His ecstatic and cold dreams,
Hit my brain.
And,
In bright rooms,
Covering my footprints.
Kayıt Tarihi : 11.9.2022 09:00:00
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