My heart she burns in every turns
And every months in ardent red;
Along with her afire my lungs
And laves my liver bloody wet…
My heart she burns in every turns
And every months in ardent red;
Along with her afire my lungs
And laves my liver bloody wet…
Nice Poem ✨ The way you expressed the pain in words is marvellous👏
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Thank you! 🙂
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