Once upon a time, we were a perfect craft together,
Dancing and dangling in the specter of the jealous world,
Then it happened, a curse inflicted by our own evil eyes
Now we are messed up parchments of our so called love,
Barely holding but still clinging to each other.
Poetry collection 
No need any more for the old paradigm. See that… you are… are… Love…
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Thanks for reading
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Sad but well written.
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Thanks
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Welcome
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Are you on any other social media ,how can i contact you,i want to meet and talk to the person behind those broken yet beautiful words. If you are fine with that,if not then i understand
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Sorry, I am not on any other social media platform. I can barely handle this place. You can email me at
mysurrealisticdreams@gmail.com
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Thanks for sharing your email
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You’re welcome.
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Still waiting for that message 🙂
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I sent you a mail yesterday my dear friend, please reply when you find time 😊
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I didn’t receive any mail. Maybe you sent it to the wrong address or it’s still in a draft folder 🙂
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Is it possible to share your email again?
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I found it… it was sitting in the promotions box… weird 🙂
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Ya, happens at times, see you as well in the world of email writing 😊
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Yes!
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😊🙏👍
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Dripping with raw emotion, this easily touches the reader. And that is all any writer can hope for!
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Thanks Brad 😊
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Achingly sad but so beautifully written. I love it 🖤
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Thanks a lot 😊
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No problem 👍🖤
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Very cute idea. My daughters would love making this for Father’s Day or for their grandma! I think it is so adorable.
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