In an empty house
We're building future us.
No drama, no regrets, no masks.
In a kitchen barely rested from smells of home
We're captured by a dance of souls.
My guards are off to. bare me so...
No fears, no games, no hidden flows.
We're echoing our dreams away
To live among our future prays.
Future prays
© Copyright: Екатерина Морозова 25, 2024
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