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Summer memories
are now lost...
When the drop from my eye hits the ground,
would it be a tear...
Summer memories
are now lost...
Yes i know i haven't posted any poems for a long...
you were my first love you...
Under the eyes of the untold tales by the storm
the clouds under my feet will keep me float...
My heart is beating its last few beats
pounding the blood through the veins...
Every one makes mistakes, thats why they put ereasers on pencils. |