5th: Ruin
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.There's not a day I don't wish to see you, my twin, since all are worth it with our ruin.
You're the crime I want to commit,
and yes, I undoubtedly admit.All this freedom, yet here I am like a prisoner waiting for you to come.
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Letters to the purple sky (poems)
Poetryseries of melancholic unsaid thoughts that encapsulate the feelings that run through the mind of a lovelorn storyteller. the brain is a large place; which keeps what we think put together. oh, how lovely it is: if i only had a chance that once i wr...
5th
5th: Ruin
.
.
.
.
.There's not a day I don't wish to see you, my twin, since all are worth it with our ruin.
You're the crime I want to commit,
and yes, I undoubtedly admit.All this freedom, yet here I am like a prisoner waiting for you to come.