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Forgotten
Tender lips caress wicked emotions.
All that is real is a lie, but love remains
in an echoing silence
that forbids the truth to be spoken;
but heard as a desperate cry.
All that is real is a lie, but love remains
in an echoing silence
that forbids the truth to be spoken;
but heard as a desperate cry.
Published 17th Jan 2015
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18th Jan 2015 6:20pm
Awesome!!! so much feeling in such a short write... skillful indeed!! expert ink :)
