The ever dying lines One alacritous rug rat, of lot mores of Lores. Long he envisaged it, the endless beyond. A heart, of nothing, he yearns to fill in. With wisdom and love, here forth. A bairn heart, illume inside....
Blue and pink?? Made us sink? Deep down into the ocean? With loads of passion?? Your blissful words? Made me fly like birds? When the colors of my life drained ? You brought a rainbow after my eyes rained? You...
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