fiction and poetry, lost, Love, pain, Poetry, WritingsWounded Wounded are we, not from the cuts, neither from scars, but from words of someone, now very far, whose name is a flashback, of a life dreamt, and lost, but somehow, one gets used to them, every night. TweetWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related Standard
So touching…well written! You too have mastered the art of expressing yourself in less words ,S! -S LikeLiked by 1 person June 26, 2015 at 12:32 pm Reply
Writings to Heaven 
So touching…well written! You too have mastered the art of expressing yourself in less words ,S!
-S
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Thanks S, mastery has a long way to go..me still trying.
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