All That I Have Written

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Parts 24
Time 19m

Reads 334
Votes 14
Parts 24
Time 19m

She was dancing for 

her most favourite song

inside the house 

that was built on promises. 

And, every time 

a promise was broken, 

a part of the home 

collapsed. 

At the end of the song, 

she was homeless 

again.All Rights Reserved

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