The past is something I don't want to recall.
I want it hidden like a face with a shawl.
But I want you to remember how it all once ended,
how are hands once lingered and
how are hearts both blended.
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Ethereal Beings
PoetryA book of poems filled with everything I want to say. This contains my thoughts and feelings. "We are two ethereal beings- too perfect for this world. Love is an ethereal being- too perfect to exist." Highest rank #124 [August 2, 2017]
