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Promise of love.
If my heart were a vessel, it could be filled,
But it’s a hollow, endless and unfulfilled.
It echoes with the silence of unspoken dreams,
A void that swallows even the brightest beams....
But it’s a hollow, endless and unfulfilled.
It echoes with the silence of unspoken dreams,
A void that swallows even the brightest beams....
