Dawn Crowd

This is a story without dawn. / Her eyes were filled with dark crosses, layer by layer like a dragnet. "Will you redeem me?" "Maybe." —— As one who is still standing, If you bow your head to them, He gave all his thoughts to the questioning. —— Can my past love guide me? Get eternal life. —— The guillotine is forever embedded in her neck Regret and prayers swirled in her mind The loss of support only resulted in an uproar.