Let me at least put a line,
On this dry worn out paper,
Let me ink it properly,
From this broken pen of mine,
To tell you the truth,
My eyes are half open,
Not drunk but not sober,
Just being soaked deeply,
in bottomless emotion.
Let me at least put a line,
On this dry worn out paper,
Let me ink it properly,
From this broken pen of mine,
To tell you the truth,
My eyes are half open,
Not drunk but not sober,
Just being soaked deeply,
in bottomless emotion.
Keep turning those emotions into words, Ally!
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Thanks, Jade.
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Another very nice piece
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Appreciate it, thank you.
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