Laura GráMar 12, 20201 min readBygone tangoUpdated: Mar 12, 2020 I feel your ergonomic heartUnder your mantle of preconceptions,You are playing a remote partIn ebbing matter of my deceptions.
I feel your ergonomic heartUnder your mantle of preconceptions,You are playing a remote partIn ebbing matter of my deceptions.
My darklingAs I wandering into my soul, A burning sigh grows in the deep For all my pains, I'll take a bow Thus, they are mine, even if.. bleak. In dreams of night, the day will rise In many shades of fading ach