Heard his voice. Precise choices that cry capricious.
Clearly, it is thy that failed.
Hollowness fills its way.
Nobody can cherish it, nobody wants to defer it.
Only she who knows controls it. It is slow dripping out of the eye. Why did it wreck thy purpose? It is seen but discrete.
Thy will only remain, curiosity only certain. No peace yet, love.
He cannot see as she hears.
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Author:
riri (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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