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. Tweet Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp 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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