Oct 3
As tired is to weary,
Love to in-love be.
As sorrow is to anguish,
Lone....to lonely me.
A fraction,; mill-i-meter,
MinΕ«te; yet.. severe!
There's just but a breath between
Desolate; nadir.
Love to in-love be.
As sorrow is to anguish,
Lone....to lonely me.
A fraction,; mill-i-meter,
MinΕ«te; yet.. severe!
There's just but a breath between
Desolate; nadir.
(47/F)
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