Songs Written Across Your Face

starting and stopping in fits as he drifts —also editing along the way. always. is he the only one to ever feel(?) what it means to be alive? he dies into summer showers, into nighttime hours, into songs written across your face.

Author: Buddhadoshā

Buddhadoshā loves you.

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