Love is...
Sitting by the bench
While the sunset sets
And hear the ticktock
Click at 4 O'clock
Standing upright
The cold wind blew
Meeting her eyes
It is a lovely view.
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DYSPHORIA ➛〚 POETRY 〛
PoetryWords and lies, Told in a poetry, Buried inside, the heart ㅡ Of yours truly. Highest rank in POETRY: #58 - 09/13/2017 #62 - 09/12/2017 #66 - 09/10/2017
