rise.
A fortress built
to endure
thy eyes.
A citadel sewn
to rebuke
thy smiles.
Quivering stones
dressed in white,
with a love
this torn
it was not fated
to rise.
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A fortress built
to endure
thy eyes.
A citadel sewn
to rebuke
thy smiles.
Quivering stones
dressed in white,
with a love
this torn
it was not fated
to rise.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro