Me her ...tears/love?
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Last published Sun, Jan 2, 2022
Dear reader Ever wondered what Love really meant...
well the following poems are written for her by a stranger(me). Some unheard words, some left unspoken, some were left in me by her. It ain't about a broken heart instead it's about the word 'Love'.
Well let's start the journey with just words..
Just read and imagine the situation..it'll let you grow your perceptions ..& yeah Let me know your thoughts on this.
~al ire venom
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