A thirsty deer was watching Lune,
Wandering here and there.
He wanted some water.
But couldn't get the water anywhere.
He wandered for days and night.
Searching the water,
Throughout the dawn and light.
God felt the thirst
and sent a Nadora.
He found a river.
In the fatal darkness, he found an aurora.
He drowned in love,
No Titanic or Atlanta.
Now in the world of 12-valCa
With his ferly Zuri gift, no Santa.
Love is a magic, no miracle.
She stole my heart, but not a criminal.
She's is my life, no cynical.
Words from my heart, so fuck syllable.
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Author:
Shoe (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2023 00:36
- Category: Love
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