Loving you was brutal,
As it burnt me alive,
And as I submit to passion,
I found myself being enveloped,
In the fire which kills me,
A form of betrayal,
To which I can never forgive.
- N A M
24-03-17 / 0033
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PoetryIf poetry and quotes are something of your interest, then within this book you'll find one poetry or quotes after the other and the other. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.
