while the eyes never lie the reflection of the past lies what was verbalized and not been done
the cheetah catches ponds, sweat glands have fawned
sunrises colored in orange and red, cant even tell what the riddle says
midway of the climatic crisis of the series designated for you and me, a distressed tear in the sheet of ink where a story should have been held
but atlas words of an onerous mut became poison to the serpent who mistook it for love
@lee dongmin ᶜʰᵃ ᵉᵘⁿʷᵒᵒ mhm. you sang every part there was to the song.
muses with a small chuckle, gently lifting your hand to press a kiss against it