My Sweet
When I close my eyes,
Her voice will arise.
When I allow my mind to wander,
Thoughts of her are always asunder.
She was my Love, my Darling, my Sweet,
But now I finish this poem in defeat.
-Stucky-
Her voice will arise.
When I allow my mind to wander,
Thoughts of her are always asunder.
She was my Love, my Darling, my Sweet,
But now I finish this poem in defeat.
-Stucky-
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