Seconds

(Remembered)

By BLPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Seconds

Photo by Moritz Kindler on Unsplash

oh to crave my time

as to believe myself it's

lustful confidant

About the Creator

BL

Sometimes I write stuff. I will put it here. You may read it if you would like to.

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