Resting in a state of loneliness
Opportunity knocks at the door
Days spent supine can pass you by
Each one going is a wasted chance
Little talks stack and fall to the floor
Losing them is easier than getting more
Although sometimes help drops in
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Author:
Noah Malice (
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A fine write Gon. I suppose if we never go first ourselves, we shall never get there - wherever we are going, that is!
Oooo is this about a certain someone? Rodella is a beautiful name
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