VERSE SAD
Withheld your affection in verse sad
Killing that made us much happier.
The loneliness points me without thinking
And my luck is without a future
A bird dies without feeding
You opened once again scar tissue,
Just one hope still resists
After so much pain and lapses.
My friend, you promise to be still,
What I might be better
Remaining single drop of pleasure,
I see a tomorrow under cloudy
Your face, I still keep in every detail,
Inside the heart, goes retracted...
MCL
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