where is the love?
looking for trust?
it flew away like a dove,
and now all that's left is lust
is there love? because if it does exist, it's definitely a bitch.
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IMPLICATION OF DESOLATION
Poetry(PART 1) the empty rooms with no doors isn't the worst part. it's hoping that one day someone will save us from the walls that howl at us for every mistake we've made. des·o·late adjective ˈdesələt/ (of a place) deserted of people and in a state of...
