Telling tales
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Ongoing18m
Last published Sun, Apr 28, 2019
Write me a poem I say
If you can't, tell me one
I want to hear it
I want to read it
Feel it
Tear it
To unleash the power of my emotions
To make me a bit more happier & beautiful
So write me a poem I say
In any form you want
------•••-•••---------------------•••-•••-------Telling tales does not only consist of poems but what I really feel sometimes.
I want to share them to all of you and some of you may even feel the same way.
So comment if you empathize with me and also tell me about those times that you fell that way.?
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