Like ice to water, water to vapor, we change; but we remain the same
30.1.13
Sleeplack
Late is the hour,
Bright is the day.
Late is the hour
for me,
in the mids.
I'm on fire,
My eyes lack
closure.
Ill is the time
to regret the murder
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