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stains
The walls of ash.
stained with the shadows of our memory.
Flickering stars struggle to light our way back home.
Hoping our broken hearts can warm each other.
Maybe one day your lightning will seek my thunder.
© Joshua Leyva
stained with the shadows of our memory.
Flickering stars struggle to light our way back home.
Hoping our broken hearts can warm each other.
Maybe one day your lightning will seek my thunder.
© Joshua Leyva
