High school crush……lonesome awaits
Stephen Allen Trap in dawn, Night honking its horn. Walking on the north street I stare at my high school crush, I wonder if she knows how much She makes me blush. Coldness creeping underneath my...
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Stephen Allen Winged love lost its wings, striding In another disguise which frowns At he which clod in a mourning glow, A woe as never shined so bright insight. Killed by his own fear In a dream that...
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