Here I sit with stirring thoughts
And melancholy memories,
I think until there is no more
And I am left at empty.
a.l.c
Poetry and words
Poetry and words
Here I sit with stirring thoughts
And melancholy memories,
I think until there is no more
And I am left at empty.
a.l.c
pouringtruth 
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