There…
Where no thoughts remain at the door to nowhere.
Where autumn crawls under each fallen dream
to carry it beyond forgiveness…
I’ve learned to count backwards from illusion,
hoping to reach the point of no return
into some stranger’s thoughts about my own defeat.
When we sit down,
my soul and thee,
it’s me...
Your beautiful shining soul🌟🌈🌷 may it never be hidden❣💌
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