Sadness echoes once more in my chambers,
pain, residing in me like a filthy squatter,
and my heart is squalid,
unfurnished.
Surrounded in you,
you are the fastness of my echo.
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Author:
Yorke (
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Comments2
This is very good write on ww
Thank you
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