poem
Untitled
Opportunity knocked
at my door
that I had locked.
O' how many tears
I've cried.
Wishing for my dear
to return.
To kiss me in the rain
to erase this thing
in my heart called pain.
(12/1997-age:20)
Opportunity knocked
at my door
that I had locked.
O' how many tears
I've cried.
Wishing for my dear
to return.
To kiss me in the rain
to erase this thing
in my heart called pain.
(12/1997-age:20)


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