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In war, the Devil serves you wine. Read Review Below Rating: ★★★ So, funny thing. A week after I read this book, I was folding my laundry in the bedroom. I was facing my bedroom door when I heard a distinct female voice behind me whisper, “Nooooooooo”. I jumped in a panic calling out
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The thunder trembles and I know you’re near. I brace for the whip of the wind andPsych myself up for the onslaught of the devastating downpour.Your powerful presence knows no limits.Even weighed down by our soaked shirts and shoes,I stumble while you soar.I fear the fury,the tunneling twisters,And heavy hail. And after enduring this storm
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Hush! No! Nay! Who says?!It was just the other day he held my hand to his heartTo feel his love for me beat without fears.Love, do you so quickly drop my hand and depart?And is that the dress she will wear?The one you are stitching now? Such beautiful lace, it would be so unfortunate to
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Mila stepped over the crossing and into the woods. She walked until the path behind her was erased by the drooping willows and reaching ferns. Every step taking her farther away from the past. Anyone who ventured deep into these woods, were never found again. The townspeople chose to believe it was haunted by a
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Not even seated,Your final goodbyes start toDevour my heart. I knew it was bad when I broke down at my desk. I could feel my head swelling and the air getting thinner. I still tried to keep it together. I may have made it until he asked “How are you feeling?”. I was never a
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This is a love poem. Un poema para mi y para ti. I make my intentions clear and release these words to be free. No hay nadie más – you are the one my dear. Mirame a los ojos and witness the sea of stars I’ve sailed. The course was so long and arduous, I
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You cry for help, I come running and throw you the rope. You grab it. But rather than climb, You gorge on selfishness. Rather than pull yourself up, You fill your pockets with pebbles. Instead of reaching for me, You start rooting to the ground. You cry again, I hold tight the rope we never
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I want to write a love poem, One for you and me. I’ll lock it away in our hearts and incinerate the key. I want you to look into my eyes. They are a sparkling glass of sweet rosé, the glimmers of the sun-speckled sea, the hottest stars in the skies. You will not be
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