Don’t you dare lie to yourself
The crimson face of sunset sparks fear in you too
And when the night falls you worry about mornings too
How you wished it would be the propitious morning soon
Continue reading “Lying through the teeth”Don’t you dare lie to yourself
The crimson face of sunset sparks fear in you too
And when the night falls you worry about mornings too
How you wished it would be the propitious morning soon
Continue reading “Lying through the teeth”
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