Jun 2017
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I still search
beyond the ruins
of your smile
collecting
all the letters of love
turned to ashes
sweeping into
little piles of sorrow
I will discard eventually
like watermelon rind
in August
I still search
beyond the ruins
of your smile
collecting
all the letters of love
turned to ashes
sweeping into
little piles of sorrow
I will discard eventually
like watermelon rind
in August
