The heart,
beating so fast;
In the love race
I will be the first and the last;
The fun we had
And had a blast;
In love it doesn't matter
What is your caste;
You should not think about
People's words;
They sometimes make you happy
Sometimes pierce your heart;
Think about the future
Begone be the past.....
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Author:
Eagle (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 14th, 2022 10:07
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Comments1
Lovely
thank you
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