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Rosakara

My Poetry

  • The two lovers clung to each other as the December wind blew in the night. Of the two figures the smaller one seemed to be sobbing the most. She nuzzled her tear stained face into her lover’s chest. A pale hand gingerly soot
    12 lines, 1 comment, April 16. In Love, Angst, Society, Sad

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