About Wound
Why should say love
If it turns out that there is in it just wound
And tears that never dries even
Rushing to sweep the rest of my space
Now there was nothing left
Debris Wherever my taste completely vanished
Until my heart is empty back
Empty and nobody has
Perhaps it was I wrong
Because hold you too tight
While you do not have the same passion with me
Uncomfortable and ultimately left me
Now let me enjoy my solitude
Organize themselves in order to deserve tuk coupled with
Therewith somewhere existence
Even I did not know who exactly he
Monday, April 3, 2017
About Wound
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