You try out to measure the resignation. You spread apart warm flesh on the ice. To feel the abandonment of coolness. The void to wrap you. Without a light shining every day. In fake backdrops. That resemble life.
You try out to measure the resignation. You spread apart warm flesh on the ice. To feel the abandonment of coolness. The void to wrap you. Without a light shining every day. In fake backdrops. That resemble life.