"She was his dawn of bliss
He was her dusk of wounds,
Each day they came up to
See and touch
They couldn't stay for long
But they looked perfect together ~"
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SHE
Random"She walks, on the streets, with a face that, doesn't belong. It smiles more than, many put together, whole day long. Her heart misfit, a little chipped. And she likes to, call it once broken, but now stitched." https://www.facebook.com/Just-Status...
SHE
"She was his dawn of bliss
He was her dusk of wounds,
Each day they came up to
See and touch
They couldn't stay for long
But they looked perfect together ~"
