Jun 2014
In painted moonlight of neon
her dart
pierced his heart
you are my good friend
but can't love you in that sense
and as the ground parted in his pain
he fell to where
he couldn't rise again.
her dart
pierced his heart
you are my good friend
but can't love you in that sense
and as the ground parted in his pain
he fell to where
he couldn't rise again.
the hardest blow to spare none
Written by
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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