Posted in Art, Poetry Posted on 02/05/201802/05/2018 by Jeanne Every day i wait to spill. spread myself paper thin waiting for you to write ego over me. To split open the well watch sorrow pain the ink, poison the soul slowly wake from self. Share this:ShareEmailLike this:Like Loading... Author: Jeanne View All Posts
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Well done
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So charitable with your comments today… 😎💙🕊 and they are graciously accepted. ðŸŽ
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lol Have a wonderful week.,
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