Jul 11
We never see the rings degraded on the reflection of previous growth.
Hiding the reflection of woeful regression.
Where once was abundance.
Now leafs wilted and tired.
Clinging on the theft of reflection.
Hiding the reflection of woeful regression.
Where once was abundance.
Now leafs wilted and tired.
Clinging on the theft of reflection.
Life is a fickle butch and we must move or slightly remove ourselves from its course
