Every breath she took
Grew more painful
Than the last
When she knew they
Were running out
Slowly waning away
Till all she's made
of is memories;
A part of the past
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Shawty's Rhyme Book
PoetryHere's a book of poetry which doesn't exactly rhyme. Each one may hold a thousand different meanings, but I just hope it means something to you... That's the only thing I need. Shawty❤ Highest Rankings: #36 in Poetry (09/06/2016) #1 in #lightpoetry...
