"Him loving her was as rare as finding gold,
yet every being of her hoped for it,
making every accidental gesture
to become misunderstood."
- n/a
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Missing Pieces
Poetrya random collection, a sort of cohesion, of mental chaos and emotion. most of it was written years ago and is now nothing but a stamp in time, a reminder of who i was. enjoy !
c r u s h
"Him loving her was as rare as finding gold,
yet every being of her hoped for it,
making every accidental gesture
to become misunderstood."
- n/a
