Just like transcript of our time,
It's missing our vivid crime.
Hauntings of our aching past
Gives my fragile heart a blast.
How it downcast in my heart
Havocs can never turn back art.
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Transcript Of Her Heart
PoetryRipples within this such tragedy, Turns art in the shades of poetry. "For my lover who devoided my heart, my seas been broken from keeping you ashore." [COMPLETED]
SHADOW
Just like transcript of our time,
It's missing our vivid crime.
Hauntings of our aching past
Gives my fragile heart a blast.
How it downcast in my heart
Havocs can never turn back art.
