Nothing But Apathy
I have no stars left to count, no scarlet lilies left to pick and in my aching sympathies I find apathetic desires. Mother nature brought her introvenient shame withering all willows weeping. Abandoned leaves dive…
- - - -delicate crimson.
Date written: May 3, 2019
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