Black clothes, black soul
A grave lives within me
on its tombstone is labeled "Love"
sadness has spread like soil and angry nourishes it like water
Spourting up through my eyes as depression.
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Author:
femlord (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2017 17:48
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
May the soul fell in love again.
Beautiful writing.
Thank you.
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