i muse inside a vague question...
trying hard to answer the stale greeting of a troubled heart.
trying hard to answer the stale greeting of a troubled heart.
just like touching the open air...
there is only a
disentangling sense on very trace of yearning
may it not touch the void, i whisper my hope
may it not touch the void, i whisper my hope

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