Language and Distance

Kings aren’t meant to kiss asses
Scars should tell laughter about pain and fear
Tomorrow is smiling but angels hide behind today
Fire fears fountain of friendships
Our flaws are cemented inside pods
Bridges and lakes find shelter in themselves
Glass slices through our thickened skin for treasures
But they are not there anymore
Only past lovers and lost friends and carcases
Flowers are beginning to grow in Hiroshima again.

Wildkhard [TA] x Younglan



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