Desperating shadows
Couldn’t you see the tears
Running down my pale skin?
Couldn’t you see my suffering,
My pain, my dark passion?
Couldn’t you see the shadows
Desperating us?
The date for the funeral
Can be read in the paper
Not much time left
Waiting in the dawn
Coming to desperate us for ever
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Lilliana_Ki
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