This is when the heart is left empty, no empathic quote could heal the loner, but she resides in you. you are bittersweet like an apple from
Naples, never falling from the tree. A myth or a lie you are that magical golden fleece, a trinket of love you are something to behave. Now you vanished only leaving disdain. I hate, I loved but never travel through the deepest parts of love until I landed you. voyage my heart then I will no longer know the pain, a city without you is sleepless. the passion without you is a friend

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