i am marking off the longitudinal deadlines that dissect the space between us
longing for your wild seed to rebuild all that i have lost
an anchor in an ocean of blue
the presents of friends
the tales of strangers
the marks of needles
the unspoken words that flow toward rabigh
a small singlet hidden away
white
solemn
surrendered…
longing for your wild seed to rebuild all that i have lost
an anchor in an ocean of blue
the presents of friends
the tales of strangers
the marks of needles
the unspoken words that flow toward rabigh
a small singlet hidden away
white
solemn
surrendered…
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