Verse
I like of poetry the shout
lying between the letters without
my voice is spoiled from
the fake smile when I wake up to the world
and I forgive it for the thousand pains
it makes me suffer.
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I like of poetry the shout
lying between the letters without
my voice is spoiled from
the fake smile when I wake up to the world
and I forgive it for the thousand pains
it makes me suffer.
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Emilia, yours is a new and exciting voice here. Thank you for the marvelous work.
Thank you Andrew! So happy! I sent you a mail to thank u 🙂