How would you have known if your stale blood has already run out its course? If the sun-dried leaves will leave people once it is torn. In many things we've received false hopes, but how would you have known, that you'll love me for forever more?
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Shots of Soju
Poetry"It wasn't the bitterness she winces at, but it was the sweetness that lingered along with it. And she wanted it to last."
