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Reverie
Category: Writing and Poetry
Fair skin grazed upon mine face, fair, fairer than mine Mine was textured, bitter, harsher to the touch And much less fine... Yet, despite our shared turmoil her face was plump and full of life And much less a daughter of mine... With nothing but her smile Mocking... While I starved. And as such Who could blame I? For wanting to dine. All she did was whine! So, who would blame I » Continue Reading