third month

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three months had passed
those tender kisses are slowly missing
now the way you hold my hand
your palm turns cold, freezing

tell me, my dearest, is your love expired?
was it a three months trial?
my ears were shut when I was warned
now I suffer the aftereffects, all so fatal



- still here longing


















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