He looked at me
and bit his lower lip.
I was fire in the face,
and an ocean below.
C❤️
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The Writer and Her Twilight
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where twilight becomes your blanket to hide that you cry.
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He looked at me
and bit his lower lip.
I was fire in the face,
and an ocean below.
C❤️