Sometimes it feels like a mosquito bite,
That lingering red.
Most other times,
its the radiance of a thousand suns,
burning through you.
No matter how the world turns,
the stillness does not evaporate.
Searching for that elusive moment,
never ending.
That lingering red.
Most other times,
its the radiance of a thousand suns,
burning through you.
No matter how the world turns,
the stillness does not evaporate.
Searching for that elusive moment,
never ending.
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