Turning graveyards into gardens
That’s how it felt
Blood on my scars
Was so sweet
By the way
Some things are only found
To be lost
They say
Like the moon who only shines
Cause she has an eclipse to create
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Author:
Anny (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 17th, 2022 06:25
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Hello anastasiab
This is a good concept sometimes it is what it is, good job!
tchau...Cassia
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