Category: /General/This age of depression―
Do you hear―
the unheard sounds?
I always bleed―
in the books. Some words
won't stay for the sake of propriety.
Nothing is held back,
not even modesty. The biggest
savagery, of being a human.
And a flock of ravens will
go on hungry,
not feeding on debased carrion.
The baby moon will
not smile. History has
cheated us out of the truth.
The heat, noises and
dust. Every face was covered
in soot. I cannot recognize myself.
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