Clouds Of Rain
I always thought if love could fly , its wings would break in hateful skies while crashing into things of height, clouds of pain, filled with cries.
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I always thought if love could fly , its wings would break in hateful skies while crashing into things of height, clouds of pain, filled with cries.
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Poignant Petite Piece!!!
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