The True Love of Suffering With Your Pain,
Rune the world, all of me,
Why did you do it?
Come to me,
What is that?
Speak to me,
behind which you are ours.
My life is now
all this is the
length of the thorns,
Leave the ones
you walk on flowers,
It is now
you are ours.
Copyright © Kishan Sharma | Year Posted 2017
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