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I was always a girl of alphabets ,
when it came to conveying my love
and portraying my care and affection ,
words seemed to be an
inexhaustible source of treasure ;
but , today , somehow ,
words have failed me ;
words have failed me and ,
I’m at complete loss of how to give
my guilt , my grievance , my love ,
my affection , and my care ,
a form through which I can make it reach
to you ;
dear ,
how do I pour the endless sea
into a glass ?
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[If this girl's words have
touched your soul ,
matter not how faint
the sensation felt ,
would you mind dears ?
if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath
and send kudos to her ,
please ?] :)
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into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
