Thanks for lending your time
To read the works of mine
Here goes the last one:
Because maybe sometimes
She was made of poetry
She never wrote
-shay
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ANECDOTE • #Wattys2019
PoetryThe soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
