who knows
in our quest for repair
we have fractured even more
faint whispers of a lullaby
taunting every available space
what is left?
but madness.
yet above that ask...
what is right?
who knows.
we have fractured even more
faint whispers of a lullaby
taunting every available space
what is left?
but madness.
yet above that ask...
what is right?
who knows.
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