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Its Raskolnikov

I never could understand why, 

I always knew how, 

But I never knew when,

And that all changed when my life was took,

Everything I understood had been bent, 

But at least now I know,

If forty years have gone,

And death to me has been sent,

Away my love will never have went,

  • Author: Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 15th, 2018 19:45
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 26


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