After each complications
she hoped for emancipation
Yet she sufferes in incarceration
She already forgot levitation
You might stop her dreams to come true
but darling you can't stop her dreaming .
{M}.
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Wendy House
Poetry" Once apon a time, the bygone was draw breathing in front of our eyes but soon we perceived that they passed through our eyelashes , like a wind rushed through ". -------------------------------------------- Another poetry ... Hope you all enjoy r...
