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A memoir
I penned a memoir
of a love that aches more than
a thousand wounds.
each word with your prints on them.
My worn out gloves steered clear of
your burning touches
But my knuckles has gotten cold inside.
I penned a memoir
For a hope...
of a love that aches more than
a thousand wounds.
each word with your prints on them.
My worn out gloves steered clear of
your burning touches
But my knuckles has gotten cold inside.
I penned a memoir
For a hope...
