Married of vows is us Gone is love… The trust Closeness together in arms with lust Away the craving from each other we Both had took. Up straight at the ceiling Now we look. Chilled is this room once filled in lust Now cold as a winters’ day, filled with disgust. She turns over, as I get up.
<strong>"If we allow our past to dictate our present, we'll have no future."—UnControlled Pen</strong>
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