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Soon , love became the luxury
she couldn’t anymore afford
and pain became the appointment
she had no time to attend .
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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...
