348A Poem by AKhaus
348, let us not facilitate such a sad, sad song.
348, please don't hesitate to smile when the pain comes. 348, promise you won't be late for when the heart stops still. 348, we're much too late to help him from those red, red lips. 348, the numbers never seem to fade as his dancing settles his demons at the gate.
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Added on January 18, 2020 Last Updated on January 18, 2020 |