2nd: Heavens
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I miss how the heavens favored us,
while nodding my head since we don't have anything to discuss.
The family in each other we took part in,
and not even our son I am loosing.
With trembling hands, I saw the stars in the sky that continously reappear,
same with the fragments of our love as my souvenir.
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Letters to the purple sky (poems)
Poetryseries of melancholic unsaid thoughts that encapsulate the feelings that run through the mind of a lovelorn storyteller. the brain is a large place; which keeps what we think put together. oh, how lovely it is: if i only had a chance that once i wr...
