BooA Poem by GreedStarted this to that, Where are we at? To meet or to separate, To recall or to forget Fragile minds, unbreakable binds, Distant thoughts, crawling reasons, Gloomy Sunday's, joyous Saturday's, To love unconditionally or to hate repetitively Everything is to be gambled, Robbed by everything that is in the table, All the wasted timings, All of the stopping scenery Gaze through emotions, Blink into affections, Remembering you, My lovely boo.
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