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i wrote a love song for you;
it's a mixture of the ones i've collected over the years.
my mind reminisces over memories we've made.
it projects sepia backgrounds, giving off broken record sounds.
we danced on top of cars,
city lights, moonlight ice.
cheeks that were once the prettiest of red are now pained blues.
oh how you dread with sorrow
i'm sorry i've been a bother.
YOU ARE READING
CATASTROPHES
Puisithis is my lame attempt to write my inner thoughts and desires. i hope you enjoy it X
