We left our words unspoken,
and we left our hearts cut open.
we parted fast, with nothing too last.
What ever could I do, but sit and stew,
I became a cold, hard brew…
but, like I said what could I do?
...
Perhaps it isn’t all so woeful.
Perhaps I should be hopeful!
but maybe not…that little snot.
We’ll all part with life and our bodies will rot.
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Author:
Adrianna Kjeld (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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