Corpora Curant

Love kill

Those who fill

The wrong heart,

Nursing the wrong scar.

Love had hurt me many times,

But over and over have I rised.

A risen heart to ply,

Over and over again to try.

Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Corpora Curant.

http://www.ancestraltrail.art.blog.

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