I don't think I'm dreaming
The air is cold...
Melancholy
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3 min
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Jul 27
Love is a Bullet
It has no intention or knowledge of the damage it contains...
It has no intention or knowledge of the damage it contains...
My love is a bullet fired from my heart.
I cannot see it or catch it.
Only guess where its pointed,
and pray it doesn’t kill me when it lands.
