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by Mikhail Lorenzo Flynn May 15, 2007 category : Love, romance / lost love
Time with oneself Can be lengthy and frustrating To examine the inner self It is exactly like waiting For you whom never will come In this ocean so empty You were my story which now art done Which I have told to plenty They cried upon receiving A message that love is alive They will cry when not believing A wispier: Love can no more strive To fight till breath hath left To face any test