I call him a black beast,
He always utter a pledge.
I invariably looking forward,
For the promises he confesses to me.
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Closed Heart
I call him a black beast,
He always utter a pledge.
I invariably looking forward,
For the promises he confesses to me.
But it was like a bubble that immediately disappears
He makes my dazzling day into very dusky and caliginous
My felicitous heart closed back,
He will bent his knees for hurting me very much.
its him right? for him?