dim-colored sky
hangs over like my angst
boiling point of temperature
reached my mind and reminds
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
A Certain Destiny
dim-colored sky
hangs over like my angst
boiling point of temperature
reached my mind and reminds
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