
To that little corner of Seville
The only corner with that windy chill
Passionately drunk just past midnight
Our melody lit by the moonlight
I may be many miles away
And I have somewhat lost my way
But I can still remember
Those Days of love and tender
The future there to see
In my hand was the key
If I could return
Would your love still yearn?
Or locked in time
Were every chime
Every beat
Every treat
Always
Amaze
Asked
Past
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Yours forever truly
Sadness become newly
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died



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