As I drink my coffee
I am reminded of one love
A white heart with green eyes
I used to sing like a nightingale
Fate seperated us two
I used to kiss her forehead and her eyes
She was tall like a cypress tree
I, limping like a pirate
I miss her
Like the scarce water in the desert
Like the sun that never meets the moon
Like a prisoner that seeks freedom
Like a burned up paper
Like a moment that is stuck in your mind
Like a movie that ends too soon
Like a dream that does not exist
I will not see her anymore in this life
My true love
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Livia Caci
autistic lesbian
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