American Girl

Yorke

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.

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 19th, 2016 14:35
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • willyweed

    This is very good write on ww

  • Yorke

    Thank you



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