the moon grieves with me behind a hazy veil
heavy fog hides her weeping sighs
tears fall salted to the ground
a soft sobbing escapes me
untitled #90 (grief)
the moon grieves with me behind a hazy veil heavy fog hides her weeping sighs tears fall salted to the ground a soft sobbing escapes me
1–2 minutes
See here, the vagabond for honey 
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