She was the dream that he was pursuing,
He was what kept her from sleeping at 3am.
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Poetry[Highest rating :- #50] "His sweet succulent scent was so deeply sunken in my skin, Like the ink of poems absorbed by the pale paper. " ................................................... A collection of Random self-written poems, Both short and lo...
DREAMS
She was the dream that he was pursuing,
He was what kept her from sleeping at 3am.
