— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Elisa Mascia
In the free flight of the two of us,
I realize that your wing it broke,
And you are no longer near as always,
Sometimes ready you fixed it.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 ᒪIᑎGO ᒪE᙭IᑕOᑎ
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In the free flight of the two of us,
I realize that your wing it broke,
And you are no longer near as always,
Sometimes ready you fixed it.