PallidoA Poem by Scott Troy
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Mi canta Tired and fatigued My ego tis of the What I miss An you miss Let it go I tire Perspire Weak an alone Your name Still bold Things I'll never Forget Red like roses I hate That you still Affect me Yet I'll always Love That I met you © 2018 Scott Troy |
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Added on September 8, 2018 Last Updated on September 8, 2018 Author
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