I had already found my East and my West, but sadly she forgot to tell me she was living on borrowed time for her heart was battery operated and one night we fell asleep in each others arms and when morning came by my heart was the only one still beating for her time had run out.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PoetryFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
