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to be loved by a poetess
"for her, he was a perennial."
she wrote until the pens dried up
and leaves dead down,
for her, he always lived in her heart.
the stories never ended
just like the sky and it's stars...
she wrote until the pens dried up
and leaves dead down,
for her, he always lived in her heart.
the stories never ended
just like the sky and it's stars...
