Life is a beautiful lie,
And I choose poetry to be my beautiful lie,
Love is a beautiful mystery,
And I choose the game of words to drain with,
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Histoires par kingslet
PIECES par kingslet
PIECES
What are we? Without the brokenness of yesterday? Who are we? Without the memories and bruises of our yesterd...
MEMORIES par kingslet
MEMORIES
We tear and fall in time But we crumble and crash with memories, We cry and pain in time, But in memories we...
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