Apr 2016
My heart,
it strained,
tears ran,
welling
from my
lids, to
track their
way,
down the
lines of my
face.
Of the
affairs of
my love,
Ashes and Dust...
it strained,
tears ran,
welling
from my
lids, to
track their
way,
down the
lines of my
face.
Of the
affairs of
my love,
Ashes and Dust...
(25/M/Colombus, GA)
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