February 03, 2018
the grasp of the wind turning gray,
into another direction we stray,
thunderous waves against the bay,
washing clean our fallacious play.
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65 DAYS, 30 POEMS, & 1 BROKEN HEART。
Romance"Each day felt like I was drowing in lies. You stayed, and I don't know if it was for me or you were scared to admit the prolonged truth - that you don't really love me." - 私は後悔する。 Words from a person's broken heart; Agony from a regretful voice。 ⇔ ...
