deeper, deeper descending soft we hear a baby cry dripping still waters upon a baby's fore' a chivalrous tear slipped a secret from your rose cheeks onto your chest a tale unfolds but drink your coffee slow and sweet and ponder all your sins the past does hurt as does love still water never wins
Reason for writing:
Well, I was really bored in Geometry class one day, so I wrote this.
I don't remember what I was thinking...when I'm that bored, I just
write.
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