Your inflicted memories
Lick my wound with tenderness
An established testimony
Nobody ever confess
How bereaving is to strive
When our souls deadlocked
They heaved alive..
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
Your inflicted memories
Lick my wound with tenderness
An established testimony
Nobody ever confess
How bereaving is to strive
When our souls deadlocked
They heaved alive..
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