Empty
A flame burns, waiting to be heard. It wanes, waiting to yearn. Alone, the loneliness is to spurn. Churning the dark, kissing an empty heart.
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A flame burns, waiting to be heard. It wanes, waiting to yearn. Alone, the loneliness is to spurn. Churning the dark, kissing an empty heart.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro