Sunsets...
Aesthetically kill me.
The cry of the moonriver digs upon my soul. From it
The water that periodically heals my heart
Now flows upon the soil of thy silence. No more beating.
Serene.
Aesthetically kill me.
The cry of the moonriver digs upon my soul. From it
The water that periodically heals my heart
Now flows upon the soil of thy silence. No more beating.
Serene.
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