Untitled by T.S.
Barren, cold, empty
desolation.
Drifting aimlessly.
Within and outside of the universe
awaiting death.
seeking peace.
the void of all that is
desolation.
Drifting aimlessly.
Within and outside of the universe
awaiting death.
seeking peace.
the void of all that is
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