• pagli_paadi 9w

    With all of them acquaint-over in the bar,
    She sat in the corner, wishing up on a star.
    Never did she gather, will come a hand,
    To ask for everything, she would never reprimand.
    An era was born, neither of them knew,
    What came along, flustered and grew.
    With peaks and valleys of truce and strife,
    They became one, in the name of love and life.



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