The sky is blue
And all I can think about is you
the virus is making us feel farther than we seem
And this all feels like a dream
The calls are fine
But I can’t define
How much I miss you
I’m looking at a brighter point of view
But deep down
Things will turn around
We will be near
Right now we are at the end of two different piers
Poems poems and more poems
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Happy kwanza! To those who celebrate!!!
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i've been hurting trying to get you back, knowing each time i cry, its like a heart attack, my heart didn't want to take it, my bra...
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