If a poem could be made up of one hundred words where does one start?Poised pen, count to tenpenning down everything straight from my heart...Telling ..
with every breathsouls are connectedshe hears your thoughts speaking to her in silent prosebecause only youcan reach the parts of her thatno one else ..
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Imagine if something was seen and not heardwould she question what she saw was real?Ask herself the same question in a different waythen think of how ..