Poetry
A World Away
Another night scratching my head as I reach for a pencil. Another night spent torturing words in the mind’s muddied trenches, proving that yes you
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Another night scratching my head as I reach for a pencil. Another night spent torturing words in the mind’s muddied trenches, proving that yes you
My heart is forever young A divine hymn to be sung I love everyone and always forgive As twice as I take, I always give
We all know that an author is an avid reader who never gave up on the goal of writing. Publishing their own book following the
Reading is an art and I’m sure we, most of us are already aware of the fact that not everybody is an artist. And before
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I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at
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