"well guess what,
i'm in the parking deck
burning my love letters
that were for you
where i had harboured great feelings
i'd never confess."
n° 72
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Poetrys t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in incon...
setenta e dois
"well guess what,
i'm in the parking deck
burning my love letters
that were for you
where i had harboured great feelings
i'd never confess."
n° 72
