On That Fateful Day
A poem about soulmates On that fateful day Searching the shadows I cannot wait to see you In your shining hue beaming like a floodlight…
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A poem about soulmates On that fateful day Searching the shadows I cannot wait to see you In your shining hue beaming like a floodlight…
It was Spring when we first met. Our first meeting was not something special in terms of atmosphere. It was online in a game. We…
If she didn’t know any better, she’d say the boy is insane. He’s standing here demanding that he knows her, but she’s never seen him…
The next morning, Miranda discharges from the hospital, given a clean bill of health. She walks with her parents down the hall to the waiting…
Miranda takes a seat on the curb, clutching her family necklace firmly to her chest. He’s standing a little ways away from her, still dressed…
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