I carry
your memory
everywhere I go.
It hangs
inside my soul,
seems stuck there
permanantly.
For your beauty
will never die.
Like a thistle,
it clings
to my heart
forever.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
I carry
your memory
everywhere I go.
It hangs
inside my soul,
seems stuck there
permanantly.
For your beauty
will never die.
Like a thistle,
it clings
to my heart
forever.
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