The us
Why not from the dying sun of the long lost day Why not to the moments gone Why passion not in the eyes of love Wake I your soul of dark Hold I the tears so cold Need not the pain of death For I am you and you are I Sign in to see full entry.
jeff's poem hell of my own: The us
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