He played the dusk inside his chest,
No rules, no rhythm, only flaws.
His hands bled truths the world ignored,
A symphony from sorrow’s child.
Artist
spellamin
Reality
LOST
He played the dusk inside his chest,
No rules, no rhythm, only flaws.
His hands bled truths the world ignored,
A symphony from sorrow’s child.
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