• _nida_ 10w

    The guy away!

    Woven voids screams low,
    touch reminds the November rain
    In December snow
    You remain in imagination
    "My guy with red bow"
    And it started beating slow
    I have stopped writing for you
    The treasure you spell
    the layer if scars seems to glow
    A chance to live by in you
    In those diaries that faded like march to snow
    and will fade away like me
    In burn of lighting of unheared proses
    I kept away from you!,

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