Aug 2015
Falling in love with love.
*we died in poems
that were never written.
weeping in the darkness
where nothing good can grow.
And fell head over heels
for an empty space
in our hearts
*we died in poems
that were never written.
weeping in the darkness
where nothing good can grow.
And fell head over heels
for an empty space
in our hearts
(Canada)
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