XXXXA Poem by winter;lyra
i send Home regards
and bring home a new scent under my jacket i've locked it deep synthetic? not, she's far away but still here sleeping by my side with only a slight discomfort and we'll get there (i'll tell her we'll get there) i ain't got no sight or signs of hope but i ain't hanging from no rope no more that's something so, hold on © 2018 winter;lyra |
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Added on January 8, 2018 Last Updated on January 8, 2018 Author
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