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my story
This is my story
Which will never have glory,
There was nothing distinctive
And neither subjective,
Bu than the winds turned
Inclined to absurd,
And I couldn’t shake
Kept dreaming awake,
Of a girl so sublime
Shines more than day time,
Without even a moon
Bringing flowers to bloom.
Which will never have glory,
There was nothing distinctive
And neither subjective,
Bu than the winds turned
Inclined to absurd,
And I couldn’t shake
Kept dreaming awake,
Of a girl so sublime
Shines more than day time,
Without even a moon
Bringing flowers to bloom.
Published 17th Sep 2019
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17th Sep 2019 4:07pm
My heart flutters, how very sweet. What a lucky girl!! Keep writing, for you ....and her!!
18th Sep 2019 12:08pm
20th Sep 2019 11:51am
A minor editorial hint:
“But then the winds turned”
We can become quite playful in dreams! I could taste the lust awakening; love this mood ✨
“But then the winds turned”
We can become quite playful in dreams! I could taste the lust awakening; love this mood ✨
23rd Sep 2019 10:19am
