MET
When we met it was shattering, she
lost her dad and I consoled her. She listened to my life of woe. What will we
be like together when we meet?
Out of today will come, hopefully, a
new tomorrow. Will it bring a harvest of peace or a whirlwind of famine? Like 2 moths we were drawn
to each other, the question is who is the flame? You... you burnt off my wings
and down to earth I fell, not a chance in hell to survive. You claimed another
victim...
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