Memories so painful and dear
Shrouds me with a cloud of swirling fear
A longing I would rather give
Of the past I used to live
But everything came to change
Now you're so out of range
So in days of despair I sing
And even if you don't feel a thing
To me, to you, I say
I'm sorry I left
YOU ARE READING
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Puisi"IT'S POEHTIHC" Said the nut, who's one of the authors of this book. "...YOU BAKA, FOINE" Was what the potato, the other author, replied as she laughed and wondered what's wrong with them. This book is a compilation of poems made by two weird author...
