• s i x t e e n • {Oil}

I find myself covered in the walls,
They are closing in and I wear them like a skin
I dream of days that won’t go by,
Tales that I won’t tell,
Endings that will be a little sadder,
I am draped in the oil paintings of my own song,
A scent of forever, long lost in the winter, gone.

The End

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