was it love?
or maybe just a product out of desperation,
something worth to keep but too afraid i'd burned.
i left, running away, passed the dimming sky just to see the dawn breaking by the morning starlight,
too late for me to realized,
looked back to where i ran from,
it was love, walking away from me.
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Poesie•𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 [𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒\ˌən-ˈspō-kən\] 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑...𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. *** 𑁍𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝚌𝚌𝚝𝚘. 𝒫...
