On the edge of a world,
forget in a haze,
there is no trace.
Will never be a voice to scream,
calling a name in vain.
Rescue a glipse of a memory
from the winter,
noticed that the love has a face.
All became equal with ash,
after a gun murdered two hearts,
was left its powder
to carry crashed words,
to be a forevermore end.
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Fall's Games
Poetry✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
