tenebrosity on Agustus 09, 2020 in poetry with Tidak ada komentar she once lived a good life-then there was a storm,there was a rain,there was a murder.she murdered herself-and continue her life alone,without anyone,without any voice,with her.April. Share: Kirimkan Ini lewat EmailBlogThis!Bagikan ke XBerbagi ke Facebook
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