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Sunday, 4 January 2015
# Micro Poetry 397
Sometimes in my poem I rewrite our story, our ending while I'm trying to learn to accept the truth..
# Micro Poetry 394
She said write me a fine song. He began on the nape of her neck and ended on her lips..
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