​Some words, they have our heart in them

Some songs, they got our soul in shelves

In wine, we find a lonely friend

At night, see memories of us.

–

Still yet, we write and talk it all, 

Ink, Pen we draw our thoughts of love 

To wake up, and see yesterday 

And tomorrow to sit and write the pain. 

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Once our story was a paradise

Sweat hots at thoughts of you at night

And reminisce about future days

Only to see it through broken rays. 

                                                  Leonard Epidi 

Ink pains
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