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She loves me-loves me not.
My hands I pick
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It happens they reject you, unpublished, unprinted. But saddle-girths tightening words gallop ahead. See how the centuries ring and trains crawl to lick poetry's calloused hands. Excellent. Nothing more to say. Excellent!
I know the power of words. Seeming trifles that fall like petals beneath the heel-taps of dance. ★ words are very powerful, one should choose them carefully
My fingers doing away! ! With muse of love and life. Thanks for sharing.
No need to reiterate mutual injuries, troubles and grief. Excellent summation and compromise with situation. Thanks for sharing it here.