this is a WIP
Through the glass she sit's and stares
Does anyone really know she's there?
So tired she looks on her own
deep in though while all alone
Does she like this place
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This is a collection of my poetry. Some old, some new, ideas not finished and some that are just my favorites.
2 comments:
yes!..."this infamy.O my prince is delicious!"
Thanks!
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