hilthean
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How Do I Love Thee (my version)A Poem by hiltheanthe famous sonnets, like Elizabeth Berett Browning's, are always so convicted about their love... i don't think i can ever be so certain |
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WHEN-I-ESCAPED-LIT-LECTURE-ON-FULL-ANGST-MODEA Poem by hiltheanMy blood in the bowl like crushed cherriesthankful to have bledI think of the times before minewhen women pray for the moon to never waneanticipating .. |