When living the dream
We climb up under thick air...
But see brighter scenes
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Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Some Lovely Words Flow In Seventeen Syllables From Your Mind Marie
Beautiful piece. Well done.
Pretty performance poem!!!💖💖💖💕
Lovely imagery! Made me feel like I was emerging from the clouds up high :)
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Some Lovely Words Flow In Seventeen Syllables From Your Mind Marie
Beautiful piece. Well done.
Pretty performance poem!!!💖💖💖💕
Lovely imagery! Made me feel like I was emerging from the clouds up high :)