I wrote the letters for you. I kept the words for me.
I composed the poems for you.
I burnt all the sentences for me.
Eventually, nothing was left behind but the memories.
Tapi New York di Sini (Menepah Batas)
1 month ago
I wrote the letters for you. I kept the words for me.
I composed the poems for you.
I burnt all the sentences for me.
Eventually, nothing was left behind but the memories.
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