The tiles cold, the room so small,
The pain so deep, the cut so small.
She thinks back to better days,
For from him, she cannot part ways.
This is not a Love Story

Ivan in Abstracts
The tiles cold, the room so small,
The pain so deep, the cut so small.
She thinks back to better days,
For from him, she cannot part ways.
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