I had lovers from the seven seas, yet everyone sank my ship.
Don’t get offended if I am suspicious of your grip.
I am not used to getting cherished in a heap.
Cause the fleeting attention will always perish.
Leaving a void, which I will try to mend with a clip.
Too good to be true; it always turns out to be a blue.
Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 2:15 PM UTC
I had lovers from the seven seas, yet everyone sank my ship.
Don’t get offended if I am suspicious of your grip.
I am not used to getting cherished in a heap.
Cause the fleeting attention will always perish.
Leaving a void, which I will try to mend with a clip.
Too good to be true; it always turns out to be a blue.
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