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I was counting letters and I end up with words.
You made me write a sentence and our love made paragraph.
We fight as it turned into story.
We make up I found the novel.
But then death intervenes I wrote the end.
And they made a fiction out of our songs.
YOU ARE READING
Acquiescent Lullaby
Poetry[COMPLETED] keen words from heart and emotions; explanation? none, but acceptance. the twelfth of January, 2020. the seventeenth of June, 2020.
