Saturday, June 13, 2020

Life II

Life,

     A death march for every breath, towards a flickering all too requiem soon chalk fatefully outlined, Until dead resides the most remote hope within the ghost inside's hope, make every forlorn attempt to muster faith up, A smile for the one in the mirror, for soon this storm of a story too shall end.

In lieu of,
Continued,
To gasping!





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