So, the love you swore you had it's running out.
The words you used to tell me know mean nothing, our bonds are decaying, and we, we may be the living proof for nothing lasts forever.
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thoughts by Avril
Poetry🌸 A safe place to refuge all the thoughts that once bloomed on my mind, some of them withered, others just bloom with the seasons and just a few still growing inside of me. Eng/Spa 🌸
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So, the love you swore you had it's running out.
The words you used to tell me know mean nothing, our bonds are decaying, and we, we may be the living proof for nothing lasts forever.
