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Mistakes were made
She softly sits
A shallow grin
And sadly stares at me.
she spoke a song
Of love affairs
In a monday
early morning.
A sin was made,
I hesitate.
I hate
A lovers quarrel.
© Phobos and Deimos
A shallow grin
And sadly stares at me.
she spoke a song
Of love affairs
In a monday
early morning.
A sin was made,
I hesitate.
I hate
A lovers quarrel.
© Phobos and Deimos
