Written on my own heart, I'm crawling back to a start.what I'm seeing is unreal, bitten into the apple I'm calling back to the start.Recommend, mend, or send away, what I'm living is so unreal, what I feel matters when given and tears the start.
Amazingly you are crawling back to start. You feel matters also. Everything is written in heart. An amazing sharing is done here. This is wonderful sharing...10
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A refined poetic imagination, Ryan. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.