The evening breeze
sweeps by, revealing
the eyes and glint,
misconstrued as spark,
as I had my soul bared
to the adversities of life,
unshaken and unnerved.
(c)boringbug
Evening breeze
The evening breeze sweeps by, revealing the eyes and glint, misconstrued as spark, as I had my soul bared to the adversities of life, unshaken and unnerved. (c)boringbug
1–2 minutes
The Boringbug 
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