Future Past
The rooms are getting smaller,
The walls are standing taller,
The wine is getting older,
The snow is getting colder,
The tears are getting warmer,
The demons ,barely calmer.
Nothing is as it was.
I guess we are doomed to forever fight these wars.
_future.past_
Elliepoet™
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