Crimson Echoes in Neon Rain
The rain tasted of regret, a metallic tang clinging to my fingertips.
Antique Box
Rainfall of Echoes
The city exhaled a perpetual grey. It clung to the windows, seeped
Echoes in the Tide
The salt spray tasted of regret, a familiar bitterness clinging to my
Echoes in the Rain
The rain tasted of regret and forgotten promises. It clung to my