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You are a fleeting thought
That has enraptured my mind
You are the devils whisper
On days my empty heart longs for hope
You are the meaning
To the twisted words I say
If some one hears me out
Its a dead giveaway
You are from a time
When pain and melancholy were merely words
You are the moment
In which love is eternal
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
