I do exaggerate the more
Always on the run for better turns
I thought!
Thinking awkwardly like a slot
Assuming you made me realise my fault
What would the day be like for us?
Germinating unlawful possession of love?
I call!!!
calling many at a time, yet misses yours
Like a beauty beast of chronic thought
That never stay, far beyond the boss
Where there is the bid for fulfillment, loss
Cannot be seen or recall
Than better being before
Is the Chronicle of SOLOVE
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