Letters
Our time has gone,
no future foreseen,
only letters, now bring
your heart to me.
fond memories
every caressing touch
makes me smile
and remember much.
You chose to leave,
depart, deceive,
but i always loved
what i never received.
no future foreseen,
only letters, now bring
your heart to me.
fond memories
every caressing touch
makes me smile
and remember much.
You chose to leave,
depart, deceive,
but i always loved
what i never received.
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