One becomes two, then two become one.
The rhythm had changed. The pulsing fastened.
No matter the form, I will long for the same sky, the same dream.
~
One becomes two, then two become one.
The rhythm had changed. The pulsing fastened.
No matter the form, I will long for the same sky, the same dream.
~
Sep '22
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