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Green violins and caramel wings My heart shivers as the cricket call For his love in midnight wings. The cold moon sings a silver anthem In tune with the cricket's howl For his love who's writing this poem. The front door is open waiting for love to peek
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 5:12 AM UTC
The Cricket who loves The Nightingale.
Green violins and caramel wings My heart shivers as the cricket call For his love in midnight wings. The cold moon sings a silver anthem In tune with the cricket's howl For his love who's writing this poem. The front door is open waiting for love to peek
Kyrie_Hajashi07
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18/M/On the roof under my bed.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 5:12 AM UTC
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