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by Poet on the Piano
You can't promise that
it will be different now...
by Meena Krish
Although we are far
thoughts of you like stars...
Everything goes on sale on Ebay
Because we can be ungrateful souls...
contradict the two of us...
I'm lost in my umbrella
But my jacket's nearly soaked...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long?