A needed love to quench the thirsty feeling of a sore soul for 22,000 years.The heart is pale and dead yet the gene it possesses, is still longing for a love like oxygen; the gin to awaken this heart from death's dungeon and put it back to its li...
24/7 on a sky high heel, click- clacks this estrangement feel. Troils and trots up and down with much zeal, like being hired for a great deal.
Like a lost puppy craving affection meal, follow them up and down to their fathomless hill. No head's up, got fed up and ill. I fired me, my tired knee, all of me so as to heal.
And your pop up smile was a welcoming seat to this estrangement feel. Before thee my soul and I kneel. 24/7 on faux friendship heels. I bet you know how it feels.
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