As Soft and silky
As she could be
Crushed by the cut
Of a fifty ton
Boulder of fate
Fallen in a rut
To late to run
On top of me the diamond
I thought I won.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
As Soft and silky
As she could be
Crushed by the cut
Of a fifty ton
Boulder of fate
Fallen in a rut
To late to run
On top of me the diamond
I thought I won.
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