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Handmade8 listopada 2024
Never Found You
I do not know
when to stop my steep ascent
after a random fall.
My dreams prick
me. Time to hang my boots.
Enough was enough.
But the tears won't
dry on the cheeks of love.
I start my last journey.
8 listopada 2024
I do not know
when to stop my steep ascent
after a random fall.
My dreams prick
me. Time to hang my boots.
Enough was enough.
But the tears won't
dry on the cheeks of love.
I start my last journey.
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