Sad
02/06/2025
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JΙΝ RUΝCΔΝDΞL (𖤐ΚΙΝG ΘF ΚΙΝGLΞSS WΘRLD𖤐)Novice Poet
Too late
She smiled like dusk before the rain, hiding oceans made of pain. I loved her wrong, or not enough maybe thats why he broke, and life became too rough. No final words, just endless nights, she vanished, taking all my light. Now I breathe where she once stood, a man who would become a enemy of god to save her if he could.
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JΙΝ RUΝCΔΝDΞL (𖤐ΚΙΝG ΘF ΚΙΝGLΞSS WΘRLD𖤐)
Novice Poet
9 poems written
Red Roses56% • 44%Blue roses
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