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Jan 2020
Nothing but a desire,
that ferments thou souls,
a heart with enough fire,
that deepens the thirst of coasts.

Thy love is drying up,
craving to dried passion,
few tears are soaking up,
thirst for thou salvation!
Written by
Crazythought
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