A POEM ABOUT OBSCURITY:
Lassitude throughout the strain (I can’t fkn stand this)In the low light tying to gain (Low light)Occulted every day (I can’t fkn stand this)Veiled in mirrored pains (Echoes)
Moulded to a…
this is good
shine
🤧
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