RIC S. BASTASA - 296

RIC S. BASTASA - 296

This love of mine br That you always doubt br Despite the passion br We always have, br br Is not always strong br To keep you warm br Of course, you soon br Will grow cold as ice br In my hand and so soon br You shall melt like br Water slipping through br My fingers, br br I am ready for this br I have kept the other br Hand warm to hold br My other hand when br The night gets br Colder and you are br No longer there.br br RIC S.


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