In the early morn, while I was nestled in my bed I had not a clue that the most unperfect timing happened to you. My Love found your broken body lying on the road. He didn't yet let his emotions go. Hid you from me, hid his hurts didn't want me to know yet, he didn't want my week started off with... Sign in to see full entry.
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Poetry is like a beautiful breeze on a hot summer day kissing every inch of your glorious body. C.Lovett. Blessed Be.
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