The world as I once knew it is remade
As simple pleasures slowly slip away
And memories of tender moments fade
Left dwelling on what caused us to decay.
My friend wanted help writing the first stanza of his sonnet on lost love.
As simple pleasures slowly slip away
And memories of tender moments fade
Left dwelling on what caused us to decay.
My friend wanted help writing the first stanza of his sonnet on lost love.
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