i am just a glimmer of something once forgotten.
the pavement ripples under the pressure of the rain
a life, a story
her smile may be real, but her eyes are still dull with memory
shoulders slumped
asleep again
have fun in the thunder
let the rain fill your lungs
with
happiness.
the pavement ripples under the pressure of the rain
a life, a story
her smile may be real, but her eyes are still dull with memory
shoulders slumped
asleep again
have fun in the thunder
let the rain fill your lungs
with
happiness.
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