Apr 2018
I leave a bit of my soul in every month,
It's sad but it's honest,
But I've got nothing left to give.
April took it all.
It's sad but it's honest,
But I've got nothing left to give.
April took it all.
A poem I wrote in May 2017 after the death of my childhood pet, who was always my best friend.
(M/UK)
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