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She spiralled down a rabbit hole,
And didn't come back home,
He never even looked for her,
He preferred to be alone.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Lines We Write ✔
Poesía❝Dreamer is too pretty of a word: A breath of wistful naivety, Masquerading as the oxygen of hope in our lungs. It reads as a fantastical tale of serendipity, In the novel, Life- Written in our name.❞ Highest ranking: #58 in poetry
