Fatigue

Heretoir

A path in a dim light
That I have to walk myself

Rain falling from my lips
The most cleanest of all

Dissany
Esperance in isolation
Cold hands clutching at
Something that is gone

Her
Dressed in black

A warmth
Surrounding me
When I saw her eyes
Sparkling

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