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sad tune
on a coal black night
she was crying
her pain was sailing
on her cheek,
they were yearning
for relief
her sharp hairs
were digging into her skin
no one was there
to kiss her back..to turned her on...
the moonlight
wasn't illuminating her boobs,
she hated the roses
that caressed her lips,
she had no friends,
her only friend, who was
also flowing a melancholy tune
n she muted it..
the strong wind filled her ears,
she couldn't hear anything
her lips were locked
and there was no trace
of the key
her pussy had become
like a dry desert,
she was embracing
the warm breeze
even on a cold night,
she was stuck to the ground
like a lump of mud...
lemme know
will the sun of hope rise
for her in that night?
she was crying
her pain was sailing
on her cheek,
they were yearning
for relief
her sharp hairs
were digging into her skin
no one was there
to kiss her back..to turned her on...
the moonlight
wasn't illuminating her boobs,
she hated the roses
that caressed her lips,
she had no friends,
her only friend, who was
also flowing a melancholy tune
n she muted it..
the strong wind filled her ears,
she couldn't hear anything
her lips were locked
and there was no trace
of the key
her pussy had become
like a dry desert,
she was embracing
the warm breeze
even on a cold night,
she was stuck to the ground
like a lump of mud...
lemme know
will the sun of hope rise
for her in that night?
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