Is this our piecemeal conclusion?
One that neither of us saw coming?
One that neither of us dare to whisper?
One as unprecedented as snowflakes drifting to the asphalt in the searing Summer?
The unpredictable fade, the unbridled dissolve, the untouchable fissures.
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Suicide Sky (SS 1)
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.
