
He had finished his courage
now completely ice cold
as he had buried
the two of them together, side-by-side.
He wrestled with no one,
but once seized by love
he distributed the stories
for the pleasure he had received.

He had finished his courage
now completely ice cold
as he had buried
the two of them together, side-by-side.
He wrestled with no one,
but once seized by love
he distributed the stories
for the pleasure he had received.
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I fail to understand as to how you work this out. But it’s totally captivating. I loved reading each of the posts in the blackout poetry section.
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I try, Asha. Every day, I do. :) Thank you so much for your kind words. Have lots more in store, do come back.
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Aye, miss! I look forward to all of them. Keep ’em coming.
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