I won’t hear his voice in the drawing room again.
I used to go back home to hear him speak, He used to keep my excitement at its peak, I would eagerly wait for the stories he told, Each a different theory foretold. I never imagined our days were numbered, I thought we would always be remembered. Our fun filled moments- a proof of loyalty … Continue reading I won’t hear his voice in the drawing room again.
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