December 29, 2019 I know of nothingbut the whispering in my headyou speak to me in riddleswhile I try to unravel your thoughtsbut come up shortyou are a dreameran artist's perfectionI find my brushes and start to paintbut you just won't be caught Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels micropoetry π¬π§ Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments
December 09, 2019 reading his mind she discovered her library of words were not enough to understand him Read more
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