My Bare Bones ♥
Whispers, chants, and phrases spill out.
The rain beats a steady rhythm.
I feel a lot older than I look.
The years of toiling have take its toll.
You still aren't mine.
You walk freely unaware of what your future holds.
Unaware of me.
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