Once upon a time,there was fa.I wanted to strew all I had,but she always goes to the walland searches for myself-writtenand unearths my lines,she would say " this is not you in all my papers! "so I changed my pens and masks ,hoping she would not pass next to my aches,for that she would not read me.Should I write her name in the blanks left by someone's bleeding of pain.But again,I would tear my aches out, she would know it was me.For the fear of the reproaches,my ears buzzing from the misery haunts mysleeping?I gathered my fears, kept in place,carried my mask and pens ;and instead,decided to stop and only surf the feelings of someone which were of the imagination but without my pain .fa
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Awesome reply , dear.
I go to hearts
no barriers
no walls
like a symphony
to a lover's ear
like a breath
to tired lungs
Wow, what a great Prose ,
thanks
Use them as walls to write on, dear
Thank you so much for being nice.
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