A painful aching
December's finally here
Sweet Release at last
Thank You for stopping by. Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm a novice poet, fiction writer, and dream journalist.
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That last image...hahahaha!! Nice work setting the mood, I mean tone, hehe.
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That last image...hahahaha!! Nice work setting the mood, I mean tone, hehe.