poemo
lite poesi till er, ni ser alldeles för glada ut, här får ni lite att vara emo över:
When Aron shot me with his arrow,
like I begged him to do, I bleeded,
and I died.
I died for love and for eternity.
Now and forever always.
Still my scar sored my skin as I kept on fading when my
soul had left my body.
Now my soul stands next to Aron and I beg him to shoot you,
so you could be with me again,
only then my scar will stop to sore.
PUSS.
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