Beautiful disasters,
Choir angels sing,
I'll be nothing
Befor your anything
Close your heart in vain
But the reasons always the same
Take your ime and leave,
even though you'll never see,
Beautiful diasters
Choir angels sing,
I'll be nothing
Befor im your anything.
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Poems with Hart
PoetryPoems that tell a story, that tell the truth, and tell it how it is
