Haha, True Horror
what a lovely drama queen,crying over such a thing.
Romance isn't an object to cry over.
Small is the loss of a young lover.
No true heartbreak is once brung.
When those lyrics can't be sung.
Haha, True Horror
what a lovely drama queen,Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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