Meet me Halfway
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Ongoing
Last published Tue, Sep 20, 2022
I don't know how other love passes through storms, but his was embracing me through floods and strong winds.
I don't know how other love passes doubts and jealousy, but his was kissing my hands while showing sincerity in my eyes.
There are many things about his love that are sculpted in me.
And I know how his love put me above, but I wasn't able to know how's mine, until I lost him.
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#72
2022
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