Face on wet pillows
Cold streams flow out of Iced eyes
Gloom, we see life bleu
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Beautifully expressed. I felt the sadness and melancholy.
Fantastic!!!
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Beautifully expressed. I felt the sadness and melancholy.
Fantastic!!!