I Like To Write Poetry And then there was light. My introverted eyes suddenly felt the urge to look up, and yes indeed it was her. Her shy demeanor; her shiny eyes looking down at the floor; her hands carrying that bag of hers in the most sophisticated manner that had been... (1)This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
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