The sun was setting. He knew this would be the last sun he would remember. His breathing was shallow,
and the flowers that followed him were mocking.
"You destroyed your chance; there's no chance. You burned."
The flower sang in his head.
"This is it."
Art & Ghost [c] vacantfields
and the flowers that followed him were mocking.
"You destroyed your chance; there's no chance. You burned."
The flower sang in his head.
"This is it."
Art & Ghost [c] vacantfields
The sun was setting. He knew this would be the last sun he would remember. His breathing was shallow,
and the flowers that followed him were mocking.
"You destroyed your chance; there's no chance. You burned."
The flower sang in his head.
"This is it."
Art & Ghost [c] vacantfields
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