I love to hear the heavy
drops of rain on my window.
Finally, I can release
my pain cause no one
will hear me crying.
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When scars become art - Gatton
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For Him
PoetrySaudade /saw-dad/ a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains" A collection of short free verse poetry. 🥈free verse 🥈unspoken
