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A Story by Elise
I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topi..
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A Story by Elise
I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topi..
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A Story by Elise
I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topi..
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A Story by Elise
I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topi..
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A Story by Elise
I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topi..
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Day gives way to night, another endless beyond without
Looking into the stars I see your face in everyone
Wave’s crash on the sho..
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Without you the sunshine's no more,
Birds swallow their song, flowers wither into ash.
Day turns to night, the world stops spinning.
Love is los..
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I know it doesn't completely rhyme but i just wanted to express the love I've lost and the love I've found again in my life.
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Like the breaking of dawn you blind me with radiance, the ground crumbles without you the sky breaks in weeping strea..
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I wrote this piece a while ago, I don't know if I'd really call it a poem or not but poetry has never been my strong point.
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