Without the strangeness of that horrifying feeling
about truly fully in lover, that bears me ****
life would be dull and I dare say, pointless. For
poets singing music and forgetting about writing,
are generally the ones that have dived deep.
For the tenor never singing again, weeping as
they write love poems for thy lovers. I could not
live in a world, where everybody wears the same
face.
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Without the strangeness of that horrifying feeling
about truly fully in lover, that bears me ****
life would be dull and I dare say, pointless. For
poets singing music and forgetting about writing,
are generally the ones that have dived deep.
For the tenor never singing again, weeping as
they write love poems for thy lovers. I could not
live in a world, where everybody wears the same
face.
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