The distance separates us, little that we know responsibilities for others threw us apart while the love petals bloom. New kids walk pass us, they come and go. Family ties broke us down, even in this power of love. We seek second chances, but wished it was the way we were before. It came down to the lonely hearts to bring out the rainy day women. So dearly beloved, may we return with accomplishment and start our mallpisode with the blaze of glory. Forget violent beauty. Cause you're my love, my blood.
Love,
Nina
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