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Jun 2022
Rain
Pain
Stain, all comes from being hurt.

Tears
Reveals, all that you feel?

Let me recover in time from a hurt lover?
No rush
No rush

Love, Sweet love.
Make one discover the truth of what they feel?

But for the moment I need my space and not one of them needs to be traced.
jeffrey conyers
Written by
jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   Chuck Kean
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