Crumble

Fall off yer pedestal

By ViliPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read

Crumble

Photo by Jeremy Thomas on Unsplash

Bitter staccato

I know it ends like a dream

Suns lying to me

About the Creator

Vili

Bitter patter

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