Love contemplates me Poems

The Project Of Decadence

Life sometimes hits us like a car on the road when we are in sync with suicide
i never made myself; i was but made; and thus - was failed with.
Solitude under an abstract mindest invites opinion

The Project Of Decadence

Life sometimes hits us like a car on the road when we are in sync with suicide
i never made myself; i was but made; and thus - was failed with.
Solitude under an abstract mindest invites opinion

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  The Project Of Decadence (1 poems about Love contemplates me)
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