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Chronicle Of Love
She had been suffering,
The broken relationships under the cracked memoirs
Bones almost plundered
With the fearful hopes, anxious, doubtful all the way
So I slowed down a little bit,
With fragments of kisses
With delicate touches of makeover trials
With the letters denote something like love or etc.
Smell of nights, music of movements
Written poems underneath
...Sunday 1st December 2019 2:15 pm
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