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Misundestood
The eyes have become drier than a desert
Like it's not even about a woman
Pain and joy combine and are indistinguishable
It has this bigger than life feel to it
We live in times where breathing is through the wound
Hidden innuendo and insinuation well concealed
Living each day runs like ink on a page
More to it than meets the eye
Like it's not even about a woman
Pain and joy combine and are indistinguishable
It has this bigger than life feel to it
We live in times where breathing is through the wound
Hidden innuendo and insinuation well concealed
Living each day runs like ink on a page
More to it than meets the eye
Published 13th May 2020
Author's Note
It's when love and pain collide and there is no certainty as to what the future holds.
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