The path’s wet with rain and trodden blossom. Crushed petals in hot hot pink looked funny In the downpour. A box of plums, deep red Were left on a stranger’s garden wall. Odd, I thought were they forgotten fruit or just A simple spring gift for the passer-by. They had not gone bad yet. Either […]
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All about life
mastery of my own cipher
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We are art and now we are invading @ your place
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Her whiskey eyes tell all.
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A storyteller with a poetic heart
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From a dark home, To an empty soul, A hurt heart, Makes a writer gold.
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