Two months have passed by,
Dried words have fallen down.
Now it is time to burn them all,
But I can still feel you in my blood.
Will I be able to free my soul,
In the war of loneliness and love?
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Author:
Undreamed Friend (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2023 11:52
- Category: Sad
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