Dark
Red curtain
Lost my gaze
Then became silence
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Tired I was
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Tired I was
I am
A drop of love
Tempting more than abandon
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Never give up without a fight
I reject pride
Can't be despicable feeling
And the violin might die
Where did you take this?
ReplyDeleteIn my kitchen.
ReplyDeleteShould update this blog more often.