Day 716, separate. Day's pictures, Poetry You fade away, I turn away. Who you are, I don’t know. My time will blur, you are out. I stay here, looking away. Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related
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