30 Jan 2019
Twenty-four hours a day
The number times with infinity
Is the number of hour
I want to spend with you
It's up to us babe
We don't need math
Only effort
So that forever could happen
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And She Disappears | Poetry
PoetrySad poems are meant to be shared to feel a little less lonely ; When a little piece of her is taken And a little piece is broken Is when people realized that She has disappeared Cover art by : @knyshksenya
