Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Friday, 26 September 2014
loneliness
Nowhere to go
Noone to turn to
Sat right here
And it’s so sad
Waiting for the day
When we will be one
A love yet to be born
But a heart that’s knows it’s close
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