@Greatness96
Withered Time
I feel the crude pain Of my many pleasure, The soothing stain Of those careless leisure. Sleeping on a blueish dream Hoping that what will be will be. For they portrayed it works this way A God-like sense they coupled But I do know better this day A mystery once hidden. Help me redeem my time For her arm withers away, Pull me across the line I will surely pay the fare. I wish you understand friends
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