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My eyes, my hand, my feet...
My mind, my heart, my soul...
There must be something wrong with them.
I own them, yes.
But why do they always belong to you?
-Hera of the Universe 🔥
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When She Speaks
PoetryHer gift is being a reverberating stereo even when in silence. So much more When She Speaks. "I can only remember it when I have felt it. And only does it remain, if I have written it in the pages of my thinking. I mark my memories in pages of my po...
