Days, Turned to months, turned to years, Sweetness wore the garb of discord, Eternal love that once pioneered, In the era that didn’t fete vinyl records. A hitch, a noise unmade the poise, Love seemed like a poison in disguise, Pretty turned to not so nice, Deep emotions muted, lost their voice. If only, the […]
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