PoemA Poem by a_methyste You are the smile on my lip You are the verse on the paper I panick not to loose your number There will be no poetries anymore.
You are the smile on my lip
You are the verse on the paper I panick not to loose your number There will be no poetries anymore. © 2025 a_methyste |
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Compartment 114
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Added on May 9, 2025 Last Updated on May 9, 2025 |
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