FLAT
My memories lay inside a digital case, nothing more than unstated dust.
No boundary can seal the grief of a corrupted memory.
The warmhouse holds crumbles away in exhausted shapes of electrical combustions.
FLAT
My memories lay inside a digital case, nothing more than unstated dust.
No boundary can seal the grief of a corrupted memory.
The warmhouse holds crumbles away in exhausted shapes of electrical combustions.