Everyday I find myself and lose a little deeper,
When my dreams weave stories unheard and queer,
Everyday I wake up to the old sun,
lntroducing me to the new light when the night is done,
Everyday the free air costs me a breath,
When all I crave is a little life,away from death.
Chandni.
When my dreams weave stories unheard and queer,
Everyday I wake up to the old sun,
lntroducing me to the new light when the night is done,
Everyday the free air costs me a breath,
When all I crave is a little life,away from death.
Chandni.
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