And here my blood is blackened upon the page
The loss of love extinguishes both passion and rage
Even RNA could never physically mend
The DNA of love that dies within...
He stopped loving her today...
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
And here my blood is blackened upon the page
The loss of love extinguishes both passion and rage
Even RNA could never physically mend
The DNA of love that dies within...
He stopped loving her today...
Traveler Tim
Hay friends
This was only
An exercise
In creativity
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