'It was as if I could see him, touch him, but never quite reach him. He was a dream, a secret, a promise.'_Aya #44 in poetry on 23.8.2018

poetry for the pretentious, by yours most impulsive. notice, the author is a moody mean machine and you have been notified. also, this is cas poetry. not her serious work. xoxo, imkeaha {for now}

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