Chunce
you are star up in the clouds
I am the meirdo who traverses the river of loneliness
the executioner on the bridge is killing dreams
the gunshots from the embankment killed all desiress
I hold a worn - out address
it saya...
this lonely hill's edge
is where I see you at your most Beautiful
buat right now
my bubbling heart has become numb
my body....
has become visibly old
i Will soon forget
how long i've been trapped
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