Oct 2020
There is always a time.
When she would think of you.
But there was never a time.
That she didn't wish.
Not to think of you.
When she would think of you.
But there was never a time.
That she didn't wish.
Not to think of you.
This is a poem to the person who has become a memory and my daily thought that I wish to forget.
(15/F/Lost World)
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