Summer's air means nothing when I'm alone.
No trace of a single memory when I
Hear your name spoken.
Is this what it is like to have forgotten the one who brought so much joy in life?
If so, never thought I would experience this feeling with you.
Farewell, my past lover
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Poems
PoetryJust a book of poems that I've written over the years, some have meaning behind them and some don't
