At the End of the Night
A busker with a heavy heart
By Ghostface WriterPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
A lone trumpet plays
Under the moon, it echoes
A wail of blue note.
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Ghostface Writer
Writing stories in my spare time. Daydreaming all the time. Welcome to the world inside my head.
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