wiltedA Poem by newyearnormathe feel of your touch haunts me when you leave me you are always going away, leaving me cold without your warmth
I feel like a flower missing the sun all of my color fades away from me leaving me wilted and dying
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Added on December 11, 2011 Last Updated on December 11, 2011 Author
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