Day Two Hundred and Twenty Three
The silence of the night wraps around my tired eyes.
The road ranges from dark to light.
The air is still.
The sense is contagious.
The night.
It wraps its arms around my tired eyes.
Follow @TheFirstChild
The road ranges from dark to light.
The air is still.
The sense is contagious.
The night.
It wraps its arms around my tired eyes.
Follow @TheFirstChild
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