When our path crosses,
A painter, will start painting drawings,
Of us together,
Those drawings of us will last forever,
As memories at the back of our head,
Like a used cassette.
3/12/2015
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Words untold
PoetryA collection of poems written by my shitty self. used to be reborn Poems are arranged from old to new. Thank you for the reads and votes! 28/9/15
