though we die a thousand times
I can feel my heart used as a rattle
right before I start our lullaby
We're at once uncertain of tenderness
yet totally convinced of its ending
bitterly tracing all my sentences
to revolt, recovery, everything
We heard that At's 28-year-old ex died. I expected that everything would have stopped when I opened the eyes I shut in disbelief. I ki...
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