Such A Boy - Poem by Babette Teeth
Such a boy what can I choose to comment?
Am I so cruelhearted to burn him out of my door?
Will it be cold there during the night?
Will it be lonesome to lying beside my door in cold winter's night?
After I burnt all of my memories
Will you be revival altogether with my heart?
Will you be the artist that more affecting than the dying girl burning her ashes for her lover?
But surely, your sound will echo in my heart
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