Eighth
It is quite bothersome...
Never lonesome...
This love...they say it's dirty...cruel...
Intoxicating...makes you cry...
Always been...it has...
Nevertheless, this heart of mine...
Thy feelings remain...
Thorns and dew untamed...
Shan't be wavered...shan't be confused...
Be still...and it's already clear...
Write by: ♥ bea ♥
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