Silence, Sepi & Poetry
Pilu Philanthropy

He's the one who messed up philanthropy and longs

It was dusty and then it was reduced to dust

He was sent again into the pit of the band

My door is closed

My heart is beating

My miss dimmed

Love, don't infiltrate again

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Passion for you to carry out their activities, may you like my simple poetry huh hehe.

One more thing, I'm a guy ya not a girl wkwk ntar in think girls again.

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