Restless
From pretty to pain
love hung on a silver chain that lay at my breast.
Anchored to nowhere,
Yet tethered silver treading water.
Replacing old memories
with rust.
A drowning return to where I used to be
Peaceful, purgatory.
love hung on a silver chain that lay at my breast.
Anchored to nowhere,
Yet tethered silver treading water.
Replacing old memories
with rust.
A drowning return to where I used to be
Peaceful, purgatory.
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