The Lost Love
Subtle peeping into the soul,Â
It is like the creeping of some barren climbers..
Tiara
The melancholy I wrote became my destiny..
Scratched my soul and left it wounded..
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Subtle peeping into the soul,Â
It is like the creeping of some barren climbers..
The melancholy I wrote became my destiny..
Scratched my soul and left it wounded..