Poetic-Verses
Poor ways
As we hold on to nothing
as we see are day falling
like the sun
we hold are self
poor ways
poor beauty
hungry again as the day come to a end
shadows on the walls
play with are heads
holding nothing but me
as we see are day falling
like the sun
we hold are self
poor ways
poor beauty
hungry again as the day come to a end
shadows on the walls
play with are heads
holding nothing but me
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Poor ways
Poor ways
