Then he's off the stage
And tread towards my position
Ladies were grasping his arms,young and aged
Wait,aww , hot drink poured on me
His fans just pushed me
So I ran aside, he followed behind
What's wrong girl? come with me
But my cardigan's wet
OH, take mine because it's cold
Wear it like your own so you won't tremble
Rubbing, rubbing palms in fold
I stared at him, he's like a prince's resemble
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"A.W.F.O.M" A Walk Full of Memories
PoetryA story of a young lady and a man who met one late night. A "feeling of being astonished by someone you'd never met before". The power to captivate and you like a magic. Aijenrex Todenselle and Wrenllea Chame, the destiny crossers of a young devel...
