How do I let you go, my love?
When you're the only one that makes me feel alive.
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Poetry[Highest rating :- #50] "His sweet succulent scent was so deeply sunken in my skin, Like the ink of poems absorbed by the pale paper. " ................................................... A collection of Random self-written poems, Both short and lo...
Let You Go
How do I let you go, my love?
When you're the only one that makes me feel alive.
