I’ve lost all
battles, drying out
in fierce winds,
waiting for a permanent history
where I fall no more
.
I’ve lost all
battles, drying out
in fierce winds,
waiting for a permanent history
where I fall no more
.
Death, Depression, Old Man, Poems, Poetry, Shadorma
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