There's nothing great of a wish of having you.
Even if the thousand stars fall, I'd love you.
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The Lakes (Where All The Poetries Went To Die)
PoetryThe lakes are my domains... Where all the words are made... And most of them are unsaid thoughts... Ride a boat and explore... Listen to what my heart aches... This is my domain... The lakes.
• You •
There's nothing great of a wish of having you.
Even if the thousand stars fall, I'd love you.
