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I Miss My Yellow

Red tears, And black filled fears, Of all the harrowing years, I held in my diseased heart. Does my excruciating soul even know? How deep my self pity flows? How much my torture grows? When will my yellow really start?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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