15th March 2021
There are days I write poems I love a lottle yet battle whether it makes enough sense. This is one of those. And I always share them anyway and let them be what they are destined to become and never share the fact that I'm not entirely sure about a piece. But you're here and I'm here so let the truth spill. Today was busy. Felt busier. The way the tempe…
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